Stage Backdrop – Image by EveyD
born in the theater wings
baptized in greasepaint
brought up to believe
all that mattered was
ever the play
learned her lines every
nuanced direction of script
trod the boards tripped
the lights earned applause
from the play
died among rose bouquets
taking her curtain calls
makeup run ruined by tears
missed a genuine life
for the play
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
no dust here
Looking ahead, without looking back (too often)
flights of fancy from New Zealand
You're never alone, if you've something to share
All you touch and all you see / is all your life will ever be
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Poesy plus Polemics 
It is the story of jedermann: the choice we make to do the one thing we do eliminates the possibility of doing so many other things. I distrust the man who says he has no regrets at the end of his life . . .
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I suppose we could all use more than one life
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I have known more than one who was drawn to the stage for the very reason that they could live more than one life through the characters they portrayed. I wonder if a similar desire has attracted me to the field of writing as well. Hmmmm? Lovely and sad poem, Paul.
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I think you’ve hit on something rather profound, luanne
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Immaculate, the book of life. Already a favourite amid your sublime back catalogue. Wish I’d written it…thought of writing it even. Bravo Paul.
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I think your version would be more fun to read
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Yet it would lack your eloquence Sir
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Sad and beautiful.
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thanks kindly
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Like Ancient Skies, I think this piece is beautiful, and yet so very sad. The piece brings to mind a few people I know, who are too afraid to live and so stick to that one thing they feel they are really good at…
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the same thoughts occurred to me
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A cautionary tale . . . Lovely.
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much appreciated
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It is a strange thing interpretation – I see this as a truthful and happy poem, to do that which you set out to do, comes at a cost, sure, but how wonderfully fulfilling.
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the beauty of poetry is in its personal interpretation by the reader
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It seems the actress lived her life well in a straight line. I prefer writing straight with a crooked line – more surprises.
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nicely said
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Good one Paul. I like the rhythm and the imagery.
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glad you enjoyed it
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