…
I am held together by a fray
………-ing string, a rip
-cord waiting, a puppet playing
shadows on the curtain backstage.
Queued by lines and killing
time before our cue, we’ve aged
a million years or more, watched
stars shoot, soar,
………..sway
and scatter dust.
Along the way, I may
…..(or may not)
have learned a few things.
The spotlight’s over
…….-rated.
When it comes to flying,
the waiting’s
in the
………wings.
….
Prompted by Poetic Asides.
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I love the tone of this and the final lines – the message is clear as a bell…live it up and do it Now! Love your PA poem this week, De!! 🙂
“I am held together by a fray”
This is powerful. To me, this is about a very young child having an illness. It’s one of those cases where the parents banked the cord blood, so maybe there’s a chance. But it’s all about the waiting, hospital corridors (wings), aging a million years in a matter of days.
“held together by a ripping string”
This poor mother. This may be a newborn; what sorrow I feel in this.
I knew you would like that first line. 🙂
Well, I see that someone has missed something… the spotlight is over for them. Perhaps an aging actress. I love line “Queued by lines and killing / time before our cue.”
De you have the best titles!! I love them all. This is a potent poem, so many lines spoke to me. (The Spotlight’s over-rated, indeed) And others just made me smile at your cleverness.
Thank you so much for all your sweet comments, Sara.