Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Voiced // POEM: Red Curtains Close by Thomas Rivet

Red Curtains Close
Decades have made me
know what shows show 
and what plays play 
and which are true, 
and which are not.

Yes; few make it, 
the rest rot.

As long grass is mown, 
A stage is loan 
to actors; 
First act and second, onto third - 
Viewers sit helpless, 
in silence, 
unheard; actors impress.
Sliced by the graceful twist
in that suit, that dress, 
Their faces insist
for more,
for less.

Inspired, they then 
love and wove and swoon
after red curtains close.


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