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Night Shoes

(iambic tetrameter) The curtains fell and wrapped the stage as lights and accolades became another yesterday once more. Another night and one more show, another play that doesn't last beyond the venue alley ways. Applause became a murmur and the shuffle of impatient shoes now slowly faded out the door. The Company is dressed and gone, an eerie quiet stalked the din and chased it through the backstage halls. Conspicuous, the silence fell when last the alley door was locked, no one to care if I was late, no one to listen for the gate that creaked at midnight's lonely bells as sixteen times Westminster tolled just where the Phantom truly walks in night shoes where the echoes talk.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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Date: 6/16/2019 5:47:00 AM
So atmospheric Craig, wonderful flow. Makes me want to sing Phantom of the Opera!
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Date: 6/5/2019 5:34:00 PM
Hello Craig Cornish, Love it!A haunting tale. Enjoyed! Have a nice evening my friend.
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Date: 6/1/2019 6:59:00 AM
An excellent write, Congratulations on POTW Craig....Maria :)
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Date: 6/1/2019 2:37:00 AM
Congrats Craig, this is just a masterpieriece of Poetic art, it hit me because of my years as a ballet dancer. That last line is stupendous! Panagiota Romios
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Date: 5/26/2019 6:54:00 PM
"The curtains fell and wrapped the stage" Yes, night is like a play. The Mystery of it all. Silence becoming more intense, yet- sound spreads throughout the dark shadows. You certainly have a way with words. Expressive and powerful at the same time. Congratulations Craig, on Poem of the Week. ~ Brandy
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Date: 5/26/2019 4:14:00 PM
Excellent Craig! Congratulations on POTW honors! : )
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Date: 5/26/2019 10:35:00 AM
This is so haunting and written so well as is par for you. Congratulations!!
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Date: 5/26/2019 5:27:00 AM
Congratulations on POTW Craig, excellent imagery, makes me think of a haunted opera I have been to!
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Date: 5/25/2019 7:27:00 PM
CONGRATS on your well-deserved win, Craig! Janice
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Date: 5/25/2019 6:03:00 PM
Congrats on your win, Craig.
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Date: 5/24/2019 9:25:00 PM
wow, PERFECT meter in this well constructed poem, Craig. What a clever take on the theme. Wow!
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Date: 5/24/2019 9:25:00 PM
also, thanks for what you said on my poem for the firemen.
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Date: 5/23/2019 10:52:00 PM
Excellent iamb meter, Craig! (Especially liked “conspicuous, the silence fell..) Intriguing story line with that nice twist at the end! A fave! :)
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Date: 5/21/2019 6:00:00 PM
empty, lonely, loud silence... excellent. FAV
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Date: 5/21/2019 2:28:00 PM
Beyond the stage and the accolades...the soul of the theatre makes its way through the silence. An excellent rendition worthy of more applause than the play itself. Regards // paul (a fav)
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Date: 5/20/2019 3:33:00 PM
wrenching as night tormented by the sense of isolation from the shadow of the opera, craig... and the silence screams through your riddled lines...take a bow!...huggs
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Date: 5/20/2019 6:17:00 AM
Great take on the contest theme Craig. An eerie walk through the final curtain call.
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Date: 5/19/2019 4:20:00 PM
Craig, this is so beautifully penned, I was enthralled with each Iambic word, a winner and a FAV for me ~
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craig cornish
Date: 5/19/2019 9:19:00 PM
Very kind words Constance, thank you.
Date: 5/19/2019 12:33:00 PM
Love this, I could feel the quiet, the darkness..BG
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craig cornish
Date: 5/19/2019 9:18:00 PM
Thanks so much Barbara
Date: 5/19/2019 10:06:00 AM
You painted a sense of loneliness and a place and time where each step can be heard as too loud, great atmosphere
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craig cornish
Date: 5/19/2019 10:40:00 AM
Thank you Dear Frederic