Flickering streams of sun erupt
through the stained glass window,
here to illuminate the ashen outer casing
that shrouds the soul and inner workings.
Bathed in shimmering blues and glamorous greens,
a pale imitation of someone I once knew.
Like dust, dreams drift through rays of sunlight and
fall into everlasting shadows, cast asunder.
A moment in the spotlight, quickly is gone.
15 minutes of fame ended abruptly
and the camera’s hadn’t even started rolling.
You didn’t even hear the curtain call.
Cast in the lead role
without time to get ready in make-up
or get your costume and pout on.
No standing ovation, no encore.
It’s much too late to chase the colours
that fall away and disappear into the carpet,
vanishing into the past, forever gone.
Is this how you thought it would end?
Did you hope for something more?
2 comments:
Great site Dom!
Very poignant and very funny poems. It's not easy to be good at both but you've managed it.
All the very best and I'll nip back in from time to time to check for your updates.
Thanks terry, thats very kind.
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