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A Life Onstage ©
You cannot see her
hidden behind the curtain.
She's prepared to perform her role.
She's practiced to the point of perfection.
You can't yet see her.
A divine doll for the spotlight.
But she's hidden within her own mind.
Hoping her fears go without detection.
You can almost see her,
as the house lights go down.
Her pulse rises quickly & steadily.
She'll have to breathe and ignore this.
There you see her.
Her moment to shine's arrived.
All worries are left behind.
She has a proclivity for performance.
The stage, her second home.
Later, at the soiree.
After all the notes are played,
she weaves through and through the crowd.
A glass of blackberry merlot to calm her.
Give her hands and lips a task.
Smiling, thanking, and shaking hands.
More nervous than the show made her be.
Life off the stage is just too real for she.
hidden behind the curtain.
She's prepared to perform her role.
She's practiced to the point of perfection.
You can't yet see her.
A divine doll for the spotlight.
But she's hidden within her own mind.
Hoping her fears go without detection.
You can almost see her,
as the house lights go down.
Her pulse rises quickly & steadily.
She'll have to breathe and ignore this.
There you see her.
Her moment to shine's arrived.
All worries are left behind.
She has a proclivity for performance.
The stage, her second home.
Later, at the soiree.
After all the notes are played,
she weaves through and through the crowd.
A glass of blackberry merlot to calm her.
Give her hands and lips a task.
Smiling, thanking, and shaking hands.
More nervous than the show made her be.
Life off the stage is just too real for she.
Published 25th May 2012
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- Edited 26th May 2012 8:07pm
26th May 2012 4:56am
A very interesting read here with detail.
"A glass of blackberry merlot to calm her"--I like that line.
Strider
"A glass of blackberry merlot to calm her"--I like that line.
Strider
Thanks, I rarely drink any more, but blackberry merlot and pinot noir are my favorites :-)
I often wonder if hugely famous performing artists are like me, and the lady in this poem ?- comfortable onstage, in front of hundreds, then a shy, awkward nervous wreck in one-on-one interactions with the strangers that made up the crowd.
I've been working on trying to be more detailed lately since usually, I'm not. Just very straight forward but I often envy the intricate descriptions and metaphors that others use in their works.
I often wonder if hugely famous performing artists are like me, and the lady in this poem ?- comfortable onstage, in front of hundreds, then a shy, awkward nervous wreck in one-on-one interactions with the strangers that made up the crowd.
I've been working on trying to be more detailed lately since usually, I'm not. Just very straight forward but I often envy the intricate descriptions and metaphors that others use in their works.
