adventures in dysthymia

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Lines, a poem

Lines

Unfamiliar actors
take the stage to speak
lines with no meaning. Was
there a plot or only

words? Act follows act
and each phrase hangs
above the harsh footlights
for our admiration.

Who would notice were we
to slip out of this theater?

Stephen Brooke ©2013


a simple little piece that grew out of a completely different piece that had long sat in my notes, going nowhere

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