THE PERPETUAL PRODUCTION

Louis Gibbs

 

A stage without a curtain

A cast without a script

A plot without a theme

A play without an ending

 

Yet

We all

Keep auditioning

  • Author: Louis Gibbs (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 4th, 2017 00:00
  • Comment from author about the poem: And what fine actors we are!
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 26
  • Users favorite of this poem: FredPeyer
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  • Goldfinch60

    We must not stop as that audition will lead us into our lives.

    • Louis Gibbs

      And our lives are our soul's learning process ... the whole point of the 'Production'. We are on the same page, Goldie! Thanks for your input.

    • Michael Edwards

      And we play the part but the curtain will fall - we simply don't know when. This is a superb poem Louis and so true - nice one.

      • Louis Gibbs

        The curtain falls, and the curtain rises. We can hope that at some point we 'learn and earn' sufficient wisdom to move on, to ... ?. Who knows what may be next. Many thanks for your fine comment, Michael!

      • orchidee

        I see what you mean, yet I don't go along much with 'All the world's a stage', etc. A good write Louis.

        • Louis Gibbs

          What! Thou wouldst disagree with our friend Shakespeare, with whom we shared such good times in a former life? He would be saddened to hear that, I'm sure. But thanks for your thoughts, 'O'. Much appreciated.

          • orchidee

            Ah yes, we both met him in person I think. Lots of his stuff is good, classical, of high value, etc, but I think he also had some potty ideas too. lol.

            • Louis Gibbs

              Not sure what "potty" means exactly, but I'm sure he harbors no hard feelings, 'O'.

              • orchidee

                Eccentric?? lol

              • FredPeyer

                Wow, Louis, you described life perfectly. 'A play without an ending' is the only line I cannot agree with, am thinking more of 'A play without known ending', since in my interpretation of the poem as life, it will end, we just don't know when or how. But that is only me and not a criticism. Beautiful poem, definitely a favorite!

                • Louis Gibbs

                  None of us know how or when, or if the play might end. If life as we know it, this grand production we are experiencing, should end for all of us by design, I wonder what might come next in Creator's plan? Fun to speculate on, but way above my pay grade.
                  Thanks so much for your input, Fred, and for making it a fav.

                • Tony36

                  Great write



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