Actor

The poet had said : The world is a stage. The stage First Scene Flood of spotlights The actor in centre-stage, walks straight The eyes looking up to the sky The hands intimately hold, and held The footsteps close, walk alongside The figures liked, stay on Others float around unwanted The breath strong The presence demanding Cares for none. Middle Scene The actor runs around A clock in hand Pushes people on the ground The stage is small. Hits the wall, waits The prompter says, Say the line : 'time is short'. The actor throws the clock Doesn't care. Last Scene The spotlights dim The actor bent, alone in the back of stage A stick in hand The eyes fixed on the ground The hands don't hold, and hang unheld The footsteps walk out of sight The figures fade out. The breath weak The presence desolate Searches for care. The curtain drops I enter the stage The actor on the knees Rises, and becomes my shadow. July 14, 2017 Contest : All Yours (Jan 22) Sponsor : Brian Strand