Curtain Call (Poetry) - 12/22/2012 9:02:43 PM
It begins it. I have been here before, as I could tell.
For finding: that myself I have reborn
But not seen, is forever to persist
To gather around the seasons of space with the everlastingness of event
With the layered energy as it is made of things.
Into the logical fiber of the tribute: a thought arises
And stays on course, slowly progressing, not done.
By fear: the fear that’s been since forever,
In the same space the inseparable normal good
Being passed through mankind
Came accessible to me: I fade into remoteness
Curtain Call (Poetry) - 9/10/2004 3:30:58 AM
I believe we are all thespians in some respect..even an understudy is waiting in the wings if you look behind you..A very entertaining and thought provoking poem!
Best Wishes,
Chuckie
Curtain Call (Poetry) - 10/26/2002 3:29:46 PM
Gosh, can I relate to this. Thanks for the good read! Blessings to you.
Curtain Call (Poetry) - 10/26/2002 2:54:06 PM
Beautiful and deep and extremely well-written.. WOW. from one actor to another, I loved every word of this..
megan
