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It seems as though I live my life
Downstage right and closest to the footlights.
I need the warmth of those glowing bulbs
To thaw a sometimes frozen heart.

I’ve learned my lines and know the scenes
But the blocking still confuses me
And I’m not sure which way I turn
To delver my soliloquy.

I know this drama has four acts
But this is intermission
And I’m waiting for the lights to dim
And call the audience back inside
To watch until the final curtain.
     ljm
A too familiar theme, I fear.  Bear with me. My muse has taken a hike.
it is a fine line we walk,
gently avoiding peptides,

only just a theory,
yet used independantly,
alongside honest work,
for mending.

the film continues,
some of the old cast, new actors oblige,
ideas on lack of addictive ways.
simple days without receptors.
singing under breath, counting, unpacking boxes,
this is the lead. hints are posted, and may you believe them graciously.

for many times will you be tested.

there were substitles, out of focus,
we could not read the other language.
the film continues…. peptides.
Life is like a kaleidoscope,
in which we lose ourselves.
Sometimes we change the frames,
but often we stare at the same spot.
Meanwhile, it comes to an end old age arrives.
And then we start looking into it all over again,
just to recall the frames of the past.
earth's sweet dream in icy darkness
silence falls to embrace the lake's depths
dark bound colors embrace space at rest
dancing hours dance, branching hope's round wings
evening fields call to slow city's empty blind stones
land grass left, hand cut, longing for a yellow dawn-line song

-cec
word salad poem from previous poem word count
silver tongued liars
lining their pockets with gold
throwing us copper
never pausing world
still revolving without you
imagine the gall
My heart has been broken so many times
Surprised it is still beating
Stepped on and rejected
Bounced back in time and with good advice
Nobody listened
They were too busy rejecting who was different
Their listening skills were nil
No need to give them an answer
Just went forward on bumpy roads
Now the skills that were lacking are slowly there but I trust few
When you are hurt and used you build a big wall
My moment in time is now as I do what I want to do and have people cheering me on my journey
A little late but here goes something
It's dark but it won't stay this way
When a broken heart releases some of the pain
With a goodbye to yesterday
And a welcomed smile for today

It is like a burst of song
Knowing tomorrow may never come
A moment where night becomes day
To focus on life again.

© Debra Lea Ryan
21.04.2025
In Song @ You Tube >  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UguPUq0I5TQ
There are worse
fates than
fangs—
like hands
that let go
slow
then claim
they didn’t.

A clean tear
is more merciful
than a blade
that waits
for an audience.

Wolves—
they do
what wolves
must—
but the ones
who get tossed
should never
look back.
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