OneShotSunday (Jacob F. Lucas)

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Photo by Jacob F. Lucas

This photo was great to work off of. Maybe because I’m so involved with theater myself, but I got a lot off the image.  This photographer is very talented… Has a way with making beauty out of dirt and decay. I can respect that.

Death’s display

If you close your eyes you can see it

And you can hear them so faint if you lean

The players left ghosts-prints behind them

And they’re blocking the stage for the scene

They’re setting the stage for their showing

They’ve no mind there’s no curtain to call

They don’t care if anyone’s watching

Or if anyone can see them at all

The matter to them is the passion

The play of bringing life to the words

The perfection in posing the moment

The soliloquy not meant to be heard

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A skeleton crew sets the back-drop

As the spirits fly-take center stage

This staging most peculiar-night spot

The lifeless have put on a play

And mimicing life they are jolly

As the put on the airs of the flesh

Embracing and drinking their folly

Affecting a beating to breast

This affectation amuses

It’s a fine diversion, this game

To impress the flights of what’s mortal

 Parody of life, that’s the aim

And aiming and shooting for laughter

You can see it’s a garish display

A bone glinting and peeping through satin

A purpose, this morbid display

A reminder perhaps, one is thinking

Mortality nears! they remind

We are dead to the one, still we’re walking

It’s only a matter of time.

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 I know this next one has been posted for onestop before…. but I think it fits the picture perfectly, so I included it in the collection here….

after hours

A whippoorwill

A stage, a swell

A rising tide

As roses fell

A later time

A scrubbed up face

Hands full of grace

What once was fine,

Plied threadbare lace

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About Keats

Oh I'm sassy and I'm sexy, So silly sweet-and-sour Delightfully disastrous And deliciously dour I'm flippantly foolish, Filled I am with fear Can't concentrate completely, and my conduct isn't clear But to bravely be my best I Bring bravado back, BEHOLD!

8 responses »

  1. Like the flow of the second poem, but thought the apparition aspect of the first poem in bringing life to dead words was done very well. Your enjoyment of theatre shines through the lines. Cool challenge response!

  2. smiles…i enjoyed the spectral nature of the first one…mimicking life…i think if standing in this empty theatrethere would be many ghosts of past performances…

  3. A reminder perhaps, one is thinking

    Mortality nears! they remind

    We are dead to the one, still we’re walking

    It’s only a matter of time…

    …indeed…visual write.

  4. I like both pieces. The second one was so evocative and delicate. It was an ode to the theater, loved the touch of lace at the end.

    The first is a truth. One feels in empty theaters, empty churches and empty pubs the spirits of the lives who still dwell within, who played, who prayed, who stayed. Excellent work, I think.

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