Breaking the Mold (Poem)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Short interpretation of life, and such.

Here I am,

I stand above the curtain,

Marionettes dance below me- the same steps they perform every night,

The crowd loves the generic show- no matter how many times they come back,

They sit there in the smoky club- faces red, laughter jolly,

My faceless dancers follow each other this way and that,

They step back and forth,

After the show is over the curtain falls and I hear a sea of applause,

They love what they know- they love what they know is safe,

But I want to introduce something new tonight,

The night is young- young enough for multiple encore performances,

The crowd is good- I know them, I know what they love,

A new performer drifts onto the stage,

There is silence- the porcelain eyes of my new innocent creation look out into the crowd,

Than we begin,

This performance requires all my focus,

From above the stage I pull the strings of my dancer,

She twirls and spins,

The spot lights reflects off her ivory skin into my eyes,

My excitement rises- I realize that ‘this’

The dancer, even the dance itself is the most beautiful masterpiece I have ever crafted,

But that I feel it,

Tension,

Anger.

The show ends,

The curtain falls,

There is no applause,

The stage director confronts me as I descend from my throne above the stage,

He holds me by the collar of my shirt,

I hear his raspy voice- very close to my ear,

“You are paid to show them what they want to see. They would have asked if they wanted it any other way. Don’t you understand that? You immature, narrow minded fool. Don’t you understand that?”

Here I am,

I stand above the curtain,

Marionettes dance below me- the same steps they perform every night,

The crowd loves the generic show- no matter how many times they come back,

They sit there in the smoky club- faces red, laughter jolly,

My faceless dancers follow each other this way and that,

They step back and forth,

After the show is over the curtain falls and I hear a sea of applause,

They love what they know- they love what they know is safe,

I descend from my throne above the stage,

I look into the porcelain eyes of my innocent creation,

I look at the chains that bind us,

I am forever shackled to this beauty,

The beauty that broke the mold.


Submitted: April 12, 2012

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Victor Darnell Hadnot

Very well done! Very creative and I really love it.

Sat, April 14th, 2012 9:46am

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Thanks :) i appreciate it

Tue, April 17th, 2012 1:54pm

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