It’s written somewhere: “all the world’s a stage”
for most of the ship’s bells
I feigned my parts well
putting on the costume required
the chameleon of your choice
“at your service sirs and ma’am”
smiles on a tray, kudos close at hand
to stroke the narcissus bloom
“mental instability” because I didn’t rub your lantern
all my gifts stirred in a vat
smiles, frowns they are just that
but refreshment comes in from the east
laugh lines are complete
no need to pretend
silliness I still can’t comprehend
laughter fills my play
rose blooms on winter days
your warm chuckle melting rays
there’s light as the dawns rise
giggles escape like fireflies
and the sun and I over the miles
always seem to smile
The challenge at Poet’s United Midweek motif is “The Role of Laughter?”
“In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter and sharing of pleasures. For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”
Read more at http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/k/khalilgibr162061.html#x8kR0zTj90XHuGjs.99
The stage is set, actors on stage
and by act two, the bullet placed
a president falls, the curtain too
tonight’s theater, the scene will do
The prompt for this week DP photography challenge was Night and photography taken at night. It is not easy to shoot photography with an iphone at night. These two shots – the curtain drawn and the “house” of Ford’s Theater just to the right of where Abraham Lincoln was assassinated.
A tune always spins
like an lp
on the record player of my life
notes trickle through fingers
like rains drops
as I sing another song
and the words
dance on the keyboard
and sparkle in my eyes
as I dance with feet firmly planted
hands caressing the microphone
on the broad instrument packed stage
that I call home
The prompt at DP Daily Challenge today is Musical Marker.
“We all have songs that remind us of specific periods and events in our lives. Twenty years from now, which song will remind you of the summer of 2014?”
Our family lives in a world of theater and music, my life is catalogued by the memories of the venue rather than the song. We just finished “The Producers” so I guess the song would be – Spring Time for Hitler.
you cannot measure it, I know
nor can you wield like sword or pen
tho fingers long to take, possess
it’s elusive now and then
aspire to greatness, it is gone
turn your back and then it stays
for those out front and thespian types
it dances and it plays
why you so eager, trap and grasp
success within your hand
for those with truly many gifts
never see its feathers fanned
then grasp now to what you will
look at days for all they are
for you much treasure may you see
holding life, a child, shining star
Today’s prompt at Poet’s United Midweek Motif is success. Is success within your grasp or do you reach for other things???
Her name spoken softly in a whisper brought a hush to the room.
Like a swan shyly opening her wings Calla enters from stage left.
diamond like tears glisten as beholding such beauty evokes this emotion
In velvety white, the audience’s aww is hushed by the entry of a shadow that removes oxygen from the room.
The phantom swoops in on Calla crushing her in one hopeless instant.
One and all gasp feeling oppression, darkness
A sadness fills the room at the thought of beautiful Calla’s brokeness.
light fails to emit from the corners of the room
A colorful poppy clad girl pranches center stage
She wistfully brushes Calla on the forehead with a kiss as she is swept away by a tropical breeze.
Calla tilts her face to a radiant orb.
Too hot for many Calla welcomes his strength.
No longer white nor pure Calla feels beyond love as she is wrapped in warmth
The sun booms forth a deep chuckle as the red and orange curtain closes.
All that remains is light that cannot be contained
Photography LMoon copyright 2010-2012
You can’t see it
but it’s there
a world of action
love death laughter guerre
He said it with aplomb
she whispered with disgrace
everything as it should
every line in it’s place
Did you see it?
I think not
for in the wings
we did a lot
is so grand
for the house
after they stand
and for us
we smile with grace
for without us
things would be duly out of place
would be just old boards
costumed by the hoards
it is us
those wearing black
you never see us
we will be back
for every show
you take the bow
thespians back stage
we are you now
Thanks to One Shoot Sunday for the picture prompt by photographer
tower above the sky
quite the Broad
Balls and rackets
I look at you in
I’m looking down on you
N Y C
*final dance step exit stage right*
FYI:I love the song N Y C – my daughter played Grace in a local production of Annie. It’s a wonderful song / memory….
That’s a piece of my NYC rendition
Susan at Stony River does great Monday Flash Fiction. Guess what our prompt was??? Join Us on Mondays
It’s dark out there.
But – I know I must go.
Entering a world of scrutiny.
What if they don’t like me?
What if I fail?
The stage is waiting.
My daughter just finished a summer musical with a local drama troupe. I’m amazed at all the dynamics that go into a production. The feeling when the lights are on you and a full house is waiting… The momentary thought “What if my vocal cords gave out?” The stage is a merciless and glorious place.
For more microfiction go to monkey man
Thanks to Bobster for this great shot of the Alhambra Theater in San Francisco