Theatre of the Mind
The crowd awaits, for the
most auspicious of nights
...Standing ovations & red
roses, ready to be put in flight
Conductors & maestros alike
ready their positions
The echoes of my thoughts
seem to harbour an omission
Strokes of brilliance are
always ready to strike...
As I open my eyes a facade of
insanity catches my attention
& the roaring crowd puts my
thoughts into suspension
Frail & near death, with the
piercing gazes they throw
I put up an audacious piece of
display worthy to be called a
show....
Copyright © Bertrand Raven Banda | Year Posted 2013
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