Thursday, April 9, 2009

the mono-act

i was here last night
faceless forms glided across the stage
to the tune of wordless songs.
i sat on a plush leather couch
away from the crowd
and heard the applause –
the sound of autumn leaves in the wind.
there is no one here
and particles of ancient dust, sparkle
in the shafts of sunlight
oozing down the vents.

(sometime in the night
something happened)

the leather has split
and rusted springs protrude
and the few scattered chairs in the hall
are cloaked in cobwebs.

i rise.
the couch creaks.
i walk down the aisle
(there are expectations of great things
to come)
my footsteps echo
like heartbeats
as i step on stage.
i bow
the applause bursts in my head
like a million hammer blows.

there are no lines to speak
just, a fantastic poem
to live.

i await with longing
the last

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . paul mathew

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