Dizzy on life's treasures in a cloud of dissolving pleasures a rainbow falls
Teetering in a daze, life passes in a haze, act over curtain calls
Climbing an arc of hues, billows obscure my views, although the play is over
The audience all gone home, I am left to roam life's stage a rover
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Good write SB. My skills rarely extend to long lines rhyming mid-verse, and at the end of the lines. Really 'metre' means something more technical, stresses on certain syllables in words, etc, so I've omitted that from my poems now. I've got enough to do to keep an eye on the number of syllables, let alone stressing some of them. Well, I only got 3 brain cells to work with. lol.
Thank you Orchi for the read and comment I am so glad to see that there is progress having grown from two to three cells now soon you will have more than anyone.
I could see you sitting on a rainbow smiling! just gorgeous. 🌹
Thank you Teddy for the read and comment it is appreciated. The last time I sat on a rainbow it kept raining.
Acta est fabula sublima inanitas !
Gratias tibe ago. My Latin is a bit limited but I thank you heartily Lorenz
Google trans' can help !
Don't trust it I've seen what it has done at times.
To me this about the process of aging, what we have, what we lose. Well done
Thanks so much Katie for your review and interpretation it most appreciated my friend
Well said. My friend. Your poem explores the fleeting nature of life and the inevitable passage of time. It reflects on the idea that life is like a performance, filled with moments of beauty and joy (the "treasures" and "rainbow") that can quickly dissolve, leaving the individual feeling lost and alone once the "curtain calls" have ended. The poet grapples with feelings of nostalgia and a sense of wandering after the festivities of life have concluded. Yet the metaphor of life as a stage, where moments of happiness and fulfillment are fleeting and often overshadowed by a sense of loss or emptiness, once the 'performance' is over.
Thank you Friendship for the read and comment as well as interpretation yes you are right and sometimes one looks for the audience that has gone home having been entertained and now no longer interested
So true, you're very welcome, my friend.
Life is but a stage, and you're merely a player.
And they said I was wooden, hate that.
Can't remember the last time I saw a rainbow.
Thank you Paul for your read and comment yes I have seen many including circular double ones as well as intersecting ones but it has been several months since I saw my last
Second bow, indeed. Powerful write, my friend. That image of the audience gone home while the speaker remains on the stage stays with me. It’s lonely, lucid, and deeply human…the moment after meaning has moved on. Well done, Soren. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you Tristan for the read and most kind comment it is deeply appreciated
Most welcome, Soren!
Walking to the end of that rainbow of life can lead to absolute wonder soren.
Andy
Thank you Andy I appreciate the read and yes it can.
Speaks to the solitude of the poet. We try to figure out what is happening around us, but life has already moved on...
Thank you Soman for your read and kind words they are always most appreciated
gentle surrealism..have never heard of rainbow as a collapsing arc...perhaps beauty evaporates.
Thanks so much for your read and kind words they are appreciated
rover: a person who spends their time wandering.
rover: (in various sports) a player not restricted to a particular position on the field.
Personally I find both versions of roving quite useful, often a time of discovering something important. Keep roaming, sir.
Thank you so much for the read and comment it is most valued
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