Curtain descends,
The play ends.
The set is struck,
Stage lights dim.
No longer engaged
In assumed roles
Woven into webs
Of contrived drama;
Costumes shed,
Makeup removed,
Naked souls
Audition again.
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Author:
Louis Gibbs (
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- Comment from author about the poem: All the world is a stage ... But a platform for our evolution.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments7
We are all actors in the play of life and we wear different make up for different situations. Good write.
Thank you, good sir!
Erm, yes - like Outback says. Erm, maybe. I'm bamboozled by it! I blow a fuse in me brain-box trying to understand!
A fine write, though I don't subscribe to the world-stage thingy much myself.
I guess we won't know for sure until we exit stage left ... or is it right? Oh well, thanks for your comment!
Beautiful rounded piece - great work.
Your compliments are treasured, Michael! Thanks so much.
Your poem blew me away. You say so much with so few words. The last stanza is what life is all about, what we unconsciously, unknowingly do all the time. Love it!
As I love your thoughtful reply! Thanks so much, Fred.
The ongoing saga of continuation wrapped in a poetic nutshell - love this one Louis.
So glad you found it pleasing, Fay. Thanks for responding.
I repeat to my self to be brave it all but a stage and try to remember that I can change at any point. Just that changes can sometimes mean letting go on people who think it's impossible, once they are gone the new costume can be put on in the blink if an eye!
Brilliant work
Thanks for the kind words, Dan!
Love this Louis
Many thanks, P.H.!
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