Stage Whispers

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,
and scatter dust.

Along the way, I may
…..(or may not)
have learned a few things.

The spotlight’s over

When it comes to flying,
the waiting’s
in the



Prompted by Poetic Asides.

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6 Responses to Stage Whispers

  1. 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!! 🙂

  2. Shawna says:

    “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.

  3. 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.”

  4. Sara v says:

    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.

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