others may have wine, i have poetry

We don't read and write poetry because it's cute.

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion.

And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.

But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

Dead Poet's Society

Friday, March 2, 2012

song

complete darkness
FADE IN
lights slowly brighten
the colour is blue
a girl walks in

the chime of her anklets
the tinkle of her bangles
the ruffle of her wraps
she sits down
the play continues
she plays her part
nervous in the beginning
unsure of her character
she looks out into the crowd
but the lights blind her
she knows she is well lit
but yet she can see no one
there is a strange comfort
she seems happier now
her face in painted calm
she begins a tune
familiar yet hauntingly so
like a dream you don;t dare to dream
like words you think but don;t speak
like the beats you sway to only alone
like lullaby sung with song to mourn

she has lost herself
and the crowd has found
a bit of them in her

she stops singing
they begin to applaud
she can see them now
yet she sees none
she walks away
she liked it better
when it was dark

FADE OUT


1 comment:

Juhi said...

I will always connect to this feeling. The comfort of the stage and playing someone else and losing yourself.