On Stage

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    On Stage



    Smoke-filled dank cave like theatres

    of multicolored lights

    urge me to put expressions on blank faces

    swirling and twirling as rhythms implore me

    to reflect dissonant tones

    I feel myself transform, no longer physical

    A ray of light takes over my soul

    and thrusts me into a frenzy

    like a moth dancing too close to a flame

    My awareness becomes the universe

    and I but a beam of solitary light

    expanding to infinity




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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

    sparkle’s Poems (10)

    Title Comments
    Title Comments
    ODE TO TUTU 4
    The Secret 6
    This Was to be My Day 2
    Island of Color 2
    On Stage 0
    MY PRIVATE WORLD 0
    MA MERE 0
    Farewell 4
    Reprieve 1
    Honesty 0