Life,
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
Poetry Sisters and Seven Ways of Looking
1 month ago
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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.
I get the impression of someone subsumed by outside impressions here. A most intriguing and mysterious take on the prompt.
Lots of levels in this superb post!
This one was great...
like the words u used as always...
The words had a smile, but their meaning had despair. A very interesting mix! I enjoyed this a lot.
i am now,
a living dead,
a nobody.
sounded like i know this person.
then realized it sounded like me.
vinay.
I can relate to it :D
Good one!
How perception creates paradox!
*whistles* You're making me jealous! I SO wanna write!
Thank you so much for such sweet words! and for liking and reading my poem :)
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