adventures in dysthymia

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Romantic Comedy, a poem

Romantic Comedy

I wrote myself into
your romantic comedy,
reserving all the best
lines for myself. How clever

it all seemed, the banter
and repartee I scripted,
and how surely would it
win you over at last.

It remains unfinished,
all scribbled dreams and cliches.
Draft by unfinished draft,
rewrite after rewrite,

the final scene, our happy
ending eluded me.
Who will know my name
was stricken from the credits?

In some darkened theater
the crowd prepares to laugh.

Stephen Brooke ©2013

It's always iffy, trying to work from a 'high' concept like this---the longer one runs, the more strained the underlying metaphor may become.

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