In an airy studio, mics standing proud and tall,A host with a voice smooth as a vinyl’s call. Across the table, there sits a guest, Eyes bright, ready to contest.
The host begins, “Welcome, listeners, to our weekly dive, Where thoughts and ideas vividly come alive. Today’s guest, someone quite unique, Brings perspectives some might seek.”
And there she was, her aura all aglow, Storm, not her name, but what she seemed to sow. With every word, a challenge, a fight, Against the conventional, the known, the right…
This is a 9 minute beat poem about a conversation with a podcaster.
In an airy studio, mics standing proud and tall,A host with a voice smooth as a vinyl’s call. Across the table, there sits a guest, Eyes bright, ready to contest.
The host begins, “Welcome, listeners, to our weekly dive, Where thoughts and ideas vividly come alive. Today’s guest, someone quite unique, Brings perspectives some might seek.”
And there she was, her aura all aglow, Storm, not her name, but what she seemed to sow. With every word, a challenge, a fight, Against the conventional, the known, the right…