A mime,
Where audience dance,
To puppeteers tune.

While the puppeteer remains,
Forever performing,
For the actors.

I wonder oft,
Who exactly is performing
And who is the audience ?

Long before I could even realize,
I was cast ,
In myriad roles

I am now one with them.
I am now,
A living dead,
A Nobody.

Prompted at :

One Single Impression

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Deborah Godin said...

This took me a couple of readings to let sink in. It's an intriguing mix of lightness and despair, like a clownface that looks humorous at first glance, but then you notice the tear.

anthonynorth said...

I get the impression of someone subsumed by outside impressions here. A most intriguing and mysterious take on the prompt.

tumblewords said...

Lots of levels in this superb post!

triyash said...

This one was great...

like the words u used as always...

Fledgling Poet said...

The words had a smile, but their meaning had despair. A very interesting mix! I enjoyed this a lot.

Anonymous said...

i am now,
a living dead,
a nobody.

sounded like i know this person.
then realized it sounded like me.


youandmore said...

I can relate to it :D

Good one!

SandyCarlson said...

How perception creates paradox!

Neeraja said...

*whistles* You're making me jealous! I SO wanna write!

Winnie the poohi said...

Thank you so much for such sweet words! and for liking and reading my poem :)