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English Poetry, Jan 2011 Contest |
The Artist
” I spent my days upon the stage,
with the timid conscience of a sage,
drawn by the rivers of my expressions,
was a bitter shadow on my path….
For endless days iv wondered if there ever,
was a life beyond this almanac,
a space beyond this audience,
and a time besides the show….
When the glares of the first sunlight,
perched upon my steps,
i could feel the earth shaking,
after all the perspective was breathtaking…
As the structures faded and fell,
and the demons in my head chose to dwell,
i found space in those empty seats,
time in those hollow beats…
I chose to perfect my gasp of elixir,
and continue on the righteous path,
and part with my twitching ways,
drank the moonshine out of the night….
How were those days ?
how were those nights?
those bitter quarrels between my body and conscience,
no clear winner but an internal decadence…
Now there is a wisp of grey upon my brow,
and a pale of water upon my ship prow,
a steady feeling of those echoes and noises,
that filled the hall with the essence of a worship,
of a god that lied within those steps,
a feeling that i woke up,
on a sunday morning….
my limbs still crave for that massacre of words,
spoken upon an empty stage….”
where does it lie,
my identity??
nicely written
thank you sir…