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The Prismatic Self

Spelling, syllable count, vanity, too simple, Simon! Be prolific, cruel, smart, up to par, above the bar, fit for the stage. Tap, tap, tap… —by poet The Prismatic Self See the wooden stage, markers for my feet, bright lights, great expectations, critical analysis. Curtains will open any minute as my words make an entrance. Will my opening lyrics draw a crowd? Who will be in attendance? The theater’s not likely sold out. Backstage, the sponsors, who are they? ATTENTION! As if a teacher wields a pointer, tapping at my feet. Will the audience throw erasers? On the palm of my hand, the rules - perhaps strict, but I’m not in fear of a stickler. Trained by the nuns in love and hate knuckles.* Lots of rules, I might have to practice the act for quite a bit longer. I practice in my dressing room, trying on outfit after outfit - those flouncy forms or something simple and succinct. Am I a people pleaser? Do I perform at the pleasure of the King or Queen? Or am I my own worst critic? Yes! Yes! Yes! No! I desire to be seen but I will yield. There is something more important than being the lead. Still, I must confess, I must run back to my little box, mime my tears, dread my limitations, take a breath and when I am ready - take a bow. At the onset, I must build my own backdrop, backstory, be vague and understood. I run my lines quickly, slowly, go over them again and again, even as I recite them freely, as a monoku or Shakespearian sonnet; or get even more elaborate. I labor over each word, its placement, its meaning. I don’t care! I do care! I must feel it practically perfect; though I will let it go. Eventually, it will be a comedy of errors, erroneously erupting past the stage, in the rubber hands of cause and effect. The sponsor’s Marlboro ashes fall on it, without understanding my heartfelt meaning; my wings clipped as I await the list…the dreaded and dreadful list. Most surprised when I am the cream, alone - floating at the top. **Fastbreast, blushing, aghast, euphoric. That sponsor is exact. I do not grow prideful. I do glow. The tip of the iceberg shows, all other words sunken, below. In leotards, the ships pass by, having a look - one clips itself. *conceit **Fastbreast - heart beating rapidly (Neologism)

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Date: 6/9/2025 7:14:00 PM
Dear Kim, I adore your poet’s quote and the creative, soulful spirit of your prismatic poem. There is so much I can relate to in the potent picture you so deftly paint with your golden pen. Congratulations for your success in Daniel’s contest. Warmest wishes.. ~Susan
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 6/9/2025 7:25:00 PM
Thank you, Susan! Blessings ~ Kim
Date: 6/9/2025 1:17:00 PM
Dear sweet Kim, as one of Daniel's co-judges I was very happy to see that your entry made it to the Honorable Mention list. It was a very well written poem, especially considering all the requirements that were required. Hugs!
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 6/9/2025 2:21:00 PM
Thank you, Lin! I appreciate!
Date: 6/9/2025 12:57:00 PM
Dear Kim, Congrats on Honorable Mention! Oh wow, what a show you put on. Not for vanity. Not for ease. But for truth, for grit, for the pure, unfiltered art of being seen, even if it’s from behind the curtain. I think your words breaks the fourth wall, tosses the cue cards, changes costumes midline, and lets us witness the mayhem of creation in real time. That’s the stuff real poets are made of. Congrats Again! Spring Blessings, My Dear Kim, Daniel
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 6/9/2025 2:20:00 PM
Thank you, Daniel! It was an honor to write for your contest and I see Lin was a co-judge. Nice to have those! I’m glad you liked!
Date: 6/9/2025 12:10:00 PM
Congrats, Jimmy, you made the list! Well deserved ~
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I Am Anaya
Date: 6/9/2025 4:30:00 PM
Hahaha, oh my, I was on my phone at court, jury duty calls. But I don't think I'll be chosen thank God, biased, lol. Kimmy., you are a true poetess, my freind ~
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 6/9/2025 12:22:00 PM
Thanks, Anaya! ~ Kimmy ;)
Date: 5/5/2025 6:22:00 PM
Well written for the contest. I like the way you tie in writing poetry to theater. Best of luck in contest
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 5/5/2025 7:13:00 PM
Thank you, Oliver. This contest is quite the challenge. :)
Date: 5/5/2025 11:57:00 AM
Quite a deep and emotional write Kim, you rose well to the challenge of the contest theme. Best of luck. Tom
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 5/5/2025 2:31:00 PM
I appreciate your thoughts, Tom! Not an easy challenge! Hugs!
Date: 5/5/2025 11:28:00 AM
Wow, I love your honesty and personality written in this. "The tip of the iceberg shows, all other words sunken, below" what a metaphor, dear Kim - please "keep them coming" - wonderful, masterful expression <3
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Kim Rodrigues
Date: 5/5/2025 2:21:00 PM
I so much appreciate, dear Paige! I tried to catch the essence of what Daniel is looking for :)

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