"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Sunday, July 23, 2017

Starlight Owns An Instagram Page

It holds a thousand dreams,
broken voices, midnight caffeine
drugging awake long enough
to keep the tap shoes talking.

Marquee lights wink names
until the day stalker robs bulbs,
but music poured into minds
will survive beyond red curtains and
bows soliciting applause.

Walls climb through traffic rumble,
homeless begging for another dime
to burn a vein, and couture clothed
plastic personalities whoring another fifteen
minutes from camera lenses to faux claim
starlight owns an Instagram page.

Left is right and right is left, backstage hustles,
onstage looks for a mark, and settings change
in electric movement and human push.

Reality takes a break in a seat nosebleed high
to watch miniature figures claim their original
can steal thunder from “There’s nothing
new under the sun.”

©Susie Clevenger 2017

9 comments :

Old Egg said...

How easy it was to picture the scene you painted in your poem Susie. Your third verse was a stunner.

Sarah Russell said...

Love this description of theater life. I miss it even after many years away.

angieinspired said...

Love the limelight of theatre! What a unique space

Jim said...

Sounds like LA or NYC, action I'd think might happen there. Is there a place like this in Houston? I've been nosebleed high many times but not for a show like this. Fifteen minutes isn't a very long time to perform on stage. Or is it?
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Martin Kloess said...

Yes indeed. "There is nothing new under the sun" - except this. Well expressed. A gift.

Kim Russell said...

Your title rocks, Susie! I was totally transported by your stunning poem. I love the lines:
'...midnight caffeine
drugging awake long enough
to keep the tap shoes talking';
'Marquee lights wink names
until the day stalker robs bulbs';
'Left is right and right is left, backstage hustles,
onstage looks for a mark, and settings change
in electric movement and human push'
and
'Reality takes a break in a seat nosebleed high
to watch miniature figures...'

Gillena Cox said...

"Marquee lights wink names"

This was a good hint; nice write

much love...

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is very well done - a poem I would like to see published in other formats. It really is an excellent commentary on our times.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Ah, there's no business like show business. Loved.

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