Your puppets come out to play
When words are scarce and scary things
Easier said in a funny voice
A scripted game of Keep Away.
Don't suffer my eyes your stage directions.
I applaud the costumes and your dark set,
Awed by the stagecraft, years perfecting your art
Of make believe and character reflections.
When you have delivered your last line,
And the house lights come up, we’re clearly mad.
The audience murmurs their way through doors,
Act 1 in earnest, and I crave you like tart lemon wine.
Meet me backstage where the curtains have strings,
And villains in black hats can wear paper wings.
I've run out of adjectives,
Words that describe,
So to meet my objective,
I'll poetry scribe,
Your work is, as always,
The top of it's class,
And in my mind's hallways,
There's none who surpass,
Your words are well chosen,
Your flows work with ease,
But this comment's closin',
I beg, "Mercy, please!"
Awesome line: "Don't suffer my eyes your stage directions. "
Reminds me of something the Master Bard would write Jo. Nice.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
This poem is awesome,
And you are too:)
There, I can't be outdone by Occam, that would never do!
(Seriously, I like this one, very shakespearian in parts)
Oh, it is on, girlfriend.
..must have been very special, to you.
Again, completely new territory for your writing and you map it out like a master.
Don't you ever get sick of completely dominating all of the writing arts?
It's like if I wrote a program... well no; that's not a good example. Okay, it's like if I decided to try portrait photography and on my first attempt... that doesn't work either. My skills with a camera are sufficiently lacking in all realms...
I have it! It's like if I decided to enter a pro cycling race and... naw, that's even worse.
Okay, I don't do anything nearly as well as you write but you should try to leave at least one style of writing unmastered so the rest of us aren't left with nothing more than the hope of writing in your slipstream.
Wow. I can really feel some frustration comin' from this one. I think this would make an awesom symphony rock song.
Beautiful, touching, saddening.
This unnerves me, I am quite lost for words. This is a good comment, not a criticism, but I am really lost for words. I will probably be able to articulate them better later on:)
Got that one pegged: The pursuit of beauty and the struggle of life.
Hadn't thought of that book in years. I remember stealing it from my dad's bookshelf and reading it as a teenager.
I saw a ghost, I did.
I have a lot of catching up to do ... what a great way to start.
I suddenly have the need for romance... and a Chivas...
This is a solid reminder of your depth, the sensuous soulful embrace of early 20th century Americana you are so very capable of. Lovely Jo.
..a memory, drawn well.
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03:32 Jul 28 2008
As I said before, this poem to me breathes relief. I still cannot put my finger on why, but it puts across that feeling so powerfully. Thank you for sharing:)
10:52 Jul 28 2008
"But one battle-hardened sentry remains at post." Simple and effective to my eye, steadfast and resolute. I may adopt this one Jo.
17:14 Aug 03 2008