It seems that Saturday nights have become my prime time to post, and One Stop Poetry's Sunday Photo Challenge my own one stop of the week. School, you know? This is my one little break. Home again on a Saturday night, and fine, just fine with that.
This Week's Photo
And Here, This Is Not My Voice.
The actors have all grown up Some of them have died She was once my rival for the stage But now she is my loving wife She says, "No one ever really dies, They just change their name." She means that I should not be sad But what worries me is this: What if that is true? Then there is no end The game is never over It just goes on forever I'm tired of this same old show I want to see a new one
21 comments:
You took the stage, developed a complex relationship, and then questioned the nature of existence based on the lines of an actor/wife. Amazing challenge response, Rick
i love this, especially ~
"I'm tired of this same old show
I want to see a new one"
and your audio post added another layer entirely. Love it!
dani ♥
I loved hearing you recite the poem, made it come to life.
I like the poem and what it is telling I actually like the fact i didn't have to search through the forest to understand what it is your sharing to the reader ~ like a cryptic cross word puzzle trying to understand sometimes what the poem is about gets a bit yawn tiresome...
I like this different slant you have given in the leaving ~ in life ...to dying or passing on .from the stage of life to that of actor husband /wife and life clever .. thankq b:)
Your metaphors capture the actors and the life well. Sometimes (when we say as we often do--just another day in paradise) we mean, when does it change, where does it go, what's beyond and then one day it does and we do. Well done.
Gay
Interesting and thought provoking. I like it.
Really complex poem compressed into such a short space--the intriguing relationship, the question of existence/after-life, the metaphor of the "show" of life, and finally desire/longing. You did a great job with this prompt!
smiles. poignent...we tend to tire of that endless game rather easy eh? must be post modernity...
The game does go on and on, but only we can choose to see another show :) Great take and I loved the reading!
Great capture of the image. The show has had its run...bring on some dancing girls or grumpy old men or something...Nice dialouge insert. It really beefed up an already meaty poem.
we are someone's show
Peace, hp
the question the answer and the space between the two are the ponderings of the earlymorning/ late night mind...
excellent and thought provoking...
It is the sadness at the end that pulled me in.
Beautiful One Stop.
Thanks!
Louise G
thanks for this - enjoyed the read - you had me with the first line - perfect intro for a complex message in few lines...good write richard
Last Sunday, I spent almost the whole day visiting blogs and commenting on the many great poems I read. Today, I promised myself I would finish my homework before I did that because I cannot afford to show up in class without my work done—which was what happened.
So today, I will be be blogging again, but not until later.
In the mean time, thank you all very much for your comments. It is really a pleasure to wake up in the morning and see this. I am honored.
Love how you twist this into a relationship and then into the shadow self who is so ready for change and a new happily ever after....well done...bkm
Good writing, good flow, solid piece.
Forever...tough concept to grasp...or really accept...I get that feeling of on and on and on...and the anxiety/fear/confusion lurking b ehind forever...
this piece has a intuitive rhythm when read...love the feel...
dig it!
Very funny! Thank you.
Ah, so beautifully expressed - haven't we all been there at some time or another?
just sayin hi...
hope all is well
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