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Playing Myself
I dream of an empty stage:
Vacant seats and velvet curtains.
I dream of vanity
Lights
And lipstick mirrors.
Theatre delights.
I dream of delivering
Monologues to mice,
Songs to sparrows,
And bats (to be nice).
My captive audience
Stunned to silence.
I took the stage before.
Don't know if I will again.
But I think about it
(Yes, I dream about it),
Now and then ...
Published 12th Jan 2017
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Anonymous
12th Jan 2017 11:38pm
the stage, where we can be whoever we want to be, an escape of ourselves.
It's relatable on many levels.
It's relatable on many levels.
13th Jan 2017 1:02am
13th Jan 2017 6:24pm
Once we have our spotlight in the sun, it's something we'll always remember and hope happens again. I love the inclusion of bats (to be nice). It added something to the piece which would've been missing - a layer of compassion for that often seen as disposable. But then the addition of to be nice garnished it with a not so genuine reason.
