I will walk on.
Lame at fame's husky ache, left broken at the aisle
Face down and heaving,
Unloved.
Why glance at the audience now, at the death?
What world is beyond the lime, and the silence?
Fate's blackened hammer of truth
Sent flying in vacuums,
Narrowing.
Zeroing.
Down in the crazed, sad unyapping
At the stage door.
And I exit. For tonight, aware of my well-lit fumbles,
Looking for character's shade
In the margin of pencil notes,
I have lived.
None can inhabit me! Not me, twice-famed orator of love;
Brassy moonchild of imagined lust!
For me, tomorrow and tomorrow, the curtain rises again,
In a wilting re-invention of realness,
And I will walk on
To the listening boards,
Feet in silent prayer.
And for tonight?
It is over, at the edge of the circle
The pool of flickering lights.
A still, flickered life,
Dimmed with gold braids of darkness.
Spent.
Alone in signatures,
Collapsed in emotion's imagining.
Let me break forth and utter
Untempered worlds,
In words unconnected, reflected,
Yet fathomed at peaks of dying.
Why glance at the audience now, at the death?
Unjudged, proud and stumbling,
Towelled dry and upright, I shall walk on
And pray:
Brethren of the arcs, greet me.
God greet me,
With love.
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WOW! Now I realize, my piece was too simple for you. You like, love the use of words! They are rolling around in your head!!!! Ha ha ha!!!
Nicely written, a rollercoaster of emotions and imagery! Bravo!
Kiki
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Oh this is a wonderful write! something very emotional about life, it was almost like a journey, reading this.. I really loved the imagery as well.. Bravo I say! I really enjoyed reading this.. Thank you very much for sharing!!
Angel
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excellent
And I exit. For tonight, aware of my well-lit fumbles,
Looking for character's shade
In the margin of pencil notes,
I have lived.
None can inhabit me! Not me, twice-famed orator of love;
Brassy moonchild of imagined lust!
For me, tomorrow and tomorrow, the curtain rises again.
(Wilting re-invention of realness)
And i will walk on
To the listening boards,
Feet in silent prayer.
imagery and choice of words is astounding.i loved above extract.beautiful.pls visit my poetry and offer some comments -
Simply a beautiful piece of work.Indepth and vulnerable.It is a farwell and a welcome to the possiblities which truth brings to us in our moments of weakness.Well done!This has really touched me.Why do we have to wear facades at all????
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marvellous piece of work.one of those poems you have to read again and again.interesting.
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Very interesting. At first I thought you were writing about a suicide. However, as I read on further I came to the decision that this is not about suicide but abot life. Good write. Good choice of words. Thanks for sharing this.
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You're right, not about suicide, about life..
Thanks for your comments
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I LOVE this piece. I love your use of rhyme and flow. Dang it, I LUV you!!! hahha, JK. It is just similar to my style and the theme was very relatable to me personally. Great job...I loved every bit of it!!! Bookmarked!!!!
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