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The old names that I used to know Roll out no more, like curtains old Like a theatre in the lesser days When more was sung in older ways As I sit here in the mirror room With lenses quiet as a tomb Just to think of names I once had seen Alive, a thread, in poetry seems Would'ya close the curtain, lock the doors? And stoke the candles inside no more? Because the poets heart is quiet when He life is brightest in the eyes of men So be it showmanship deceived Would you show me the name of a friend indeed? And I'll read and read until bygone age Until all the lenses have passed away And the stars become the only screen Where the heights of poetry And the shallow depths of the human soul Can be ere seen For as the old names that I used to know Quietly pass away Only words remain like fallen snow In the masterpiece of a city day
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Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
Of Masterpiece And Memory
The old names that I used to know Roll out no more, like curtains old Like a theatre in the lesser days When more was sung in older ways As I sit here in the mirror room With lenses quiet as a tomb Just to think of names I once had seen Alive, a thread, in poetry seems Would'ya close the curtain, lock the doors? And stoke the candles inside no more? Because the poets heart is quiet when He life is brightest in the eyes of men So be it showmanship deceived Would you show me the name of a friend indeed? And I'll read and read until bygone age Until all the lenses have passed away And the stars become the only screen Where the heights of poetry And the shallow depths of the human soul Can be ere seen For as the old names that I used to know Quietly pass away Only words remain like fallen snow In the masterpiece of a city day
About the authors who I never see anymore. About our society which worships media and forgets so quickly about verse and live theatre. About some of you people. My favorites. And about the future when all of this man-made technology comes crashing down. Masterpiece for the theater reference, not for the quality of my tired work. From my "Almost Asleep" collection.
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colmistoirm
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colmistoirm
Jul 19, 2018
Jul 19, 2018 at 2:47 AM UTC
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