Creation decays as scenes fuse
becoming vaporous memories now
meaningless, roles evaporate leaving
identity's shattered fragments. Phantoms
haunt this vacant structure
no longer filled with vibrant drama
flowing with the possibility of dreams.
No sets to transform
No audience to please
No costumes to form illusions
No lines to feign the lies
Alone
Anticipating
Hoping
that the last curtain will finally fall.
I neglected to give credit to the talented photographer, Jacob Lucas. He was interviewed at One Stop Poetry today and provided the picture prompt. Visit the sight to see more of his work - you'll love it.
ReplyDeleteLike how you build to that crescendo at the end; and you opening line reminds me of how audiences are now taken with scenes that seem to fuse together like non-linear video edits rather than staged drama. Very well done challenge response!
ReplyDeleteone day that curtain will fall and all will be made new...smiles.
ReplyDeleteAll will be new. . .
ReplyDeletethank you for sharing YOU with us!
Aloha from Honolulu
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This is quite strong and descriptive. Great work as always. :)
ReplyDeleteSolid, image-strong work - good flow, good word choices/pairing. Made me smile.
ReplyDeleteCreation decays as scenes fuse ~
ReplyDeleteLoved it!
well done, hope you well.
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written Myrna...this line is so powerful "meaningless, roles evaporate leaving
ReplyDeleteidentity's shattered fragments".
I especially love "Phantoms haunt this vacant structure"......this poem perfectly captures the photo prompt.......wonderful!
ReplyDeleteIt is longing to be heard and seen
ReplyDeleteBeautiful, Myrna! I was just thinking to myself that I don't remember stopping here lately...and it looks like I haven't! I don't know why, either...I have absolutely no explanation! Somehow I've missed your posts and I'm truly sorry. I hope to stop by much more often. If you don't hear from me, please give me a holler!
ReplyDeleteThis was very haunting in some way. Very beautiful writing dear friend.
ReplyDeletexoxo
When the curtain falls, there is the anticipation of a new beginning.
ReplyDeleteLife goes on.
Much love and big hugs,
SUsAn
Myrna ~ this piece drips beauty in its haunting way, I love it. "No lines to feign the lies"...so true!
ReplyDeleteYummy! Like watching a belly dancer...
ReplyDeleteThis is so powerful. The scenes of our life fuse as we decay ..YIKES! I love your way with words and this is really amazing.
ReplyDeleteI've read several for this prompt and feel a kinship to this one. You gave the scene personality, style.
ReplyDeleteyou capture this "end mood" so well myrna - and i guess you're not only writing about this old theater..well done
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