Just once more, he begged and pleaded to her
A hello and farewell tour as it were
She scoffs it’s the silliest thing she’s heard
And besides she’s now much too old a bird
For what purpose could there possibly be
To take on the burden of one like she
To argue money came quickly and went
Her career had made her quite affluent
Nor could he argue for awards or fame
Not with world-wide accolades in her name
Just one more stand in the glow of limelight
Doing the craft that has been her delight
Ten years had passed since she last graced a screen
And Broadway? Well that was a near fifteen
It goes back and forth for a little while
But he knows she’s in once he sees the smile
That smiles that stops men even as jaded as he
It was hard not to rub his hands with glee
Some thought she turned a new leaf in life
She brought none of the old dramas or strife
A junior diva tested this new meek
And learned from the curb that sweet is not weak
And not a step was missed as she rehearsed
Her new elegance shined as others cursed
The nocturne really tested her voice
Her body tired but she had no choice
Once her fire’s lit she’s in for the fight
And she was just fine come opening night
She trusted her nerves would not let her sway
As a full house harkens each word she says
When that solo light shines, she feels such bliss
And knows nothing, nothing will equal this
The applause thunders as the curtain falls
And she waits for the first of curtain calls
A bouquet of taffy and red roses
Greets her as she rises from her poses
She laughs at the joke, both ancient and sage
And waves at the giver just left of stage
Exhausted but grateful she has this chance
To act, to sing and yes a little dance
As the light faded, she fell to the floor
The diva had had her final encore
She was called difficult but the best
Fact to which all who knew her did attest
Eulogies told with melancholy tears
At the services filled with loved ones and peers
Every soul there agreed that it was
Fitting the last thing she heard was applause
one day at a time
for the rest of your time
trying to be at one's best
'because the alternative sucks'
in fate's hand
it's not in your control
what turns the wheel, guides the die
'life, the moment your eyes open'
it is what it is
for as long as we're here
It's not as long as we're gone
'it is the great equalizer'
in body or soul
and oftentimes in both
you bear the unbearable
'it's what lets you know you're alive'
the ultimate trust
is the substance of hope
evidence of things not seen
'all that I have left in me now'
It’s Open Link Night at dVerse Poets Pub and a join in with a Clarity Pyramid poetry form for National Poetry Writing Month.
I hear the clock ticking in the dark It echoes my heart as I lay alone With you in my head Wanting you by my side Wishing you were my own
The moon holds all my secrets How I long to be in your heart With words of love I’ve only said Within my dreams there are many things I want you to be a part
In the silver night
I did not think I could fall in love Thought it a bother to have such It seemed that Fate had other plans To have you so close and yet so far It is all just too much
Sometimes I think you could never care For the type of man I am it’s true Sometimes I think that you know That I’d give you everything And I hate myself for loving you
In the silver night…
And I’ll convince myself that I can manage That caring is not an advantage But now I know it’s a lie!
Loving you is a pauper’s face against the window Wanting on that which I beseech It’s a distance of galaxies when we’re feet apart In my mind I know how’d your lips feel Even though you are far out of my reach
It’s the eggshell syllables of your name I whisper to your specter in Luna’s light For once again I face the stars on my own All alone
On her knees, she reflects on her days up to these moments of her life. Say what they may now – she has earned this. The slurs of her heritage were a weight heavily carried on her back. The vitriol flung her way because of the lower caste into which she was born, a constant susurrus in the back of her mind, no more. The drive to disprove the mocking stereotypes subjected to her kind a crown of thorns that gave cold comfort. Some let the burden of them wear them down. Today she would show a different way to wear those labels – with pride.
She bows her head one last time, as the mantle of the choices that brought her here become a different kind of weight. Lifting her head, she rises from her knees before the vicar with grace, as he proclaims her to all. She begins her life anew with the only appellation that mattered now, Queen.
To what you answer Will always outweigh the things To what you are called
a) To know what we are doing here.
b) To know what it takes to hear your hoarse cry of what’s mine.
c) To know the touch of your goosebumped flesh so prime.
a) The feel in depth of what I’m doing to you there.
b) The sense of heat from your breath against my spine.
c) The copper tang taste on my lips from your bite sublime.
a) We deign to call out the deities to compare.
b) We give envy in the scent of us to those divine.
c) We acknowledge their rhythmic moans as comets come in time.
a) In gray dare.
b) In pink shrine.
c) In indigo chime.
Answer: All of the above, my love.
At Real Toads we’re asked to use a new form -well new for me- The Multiple Choice poem.
The challenge is simple. Write a poem in the form of a multiple choice test. The whole poem could be a test, or you could insert a multiple choice some where into the normal structure of a poem. Since we’re still in February, I went with that loving feeling (with sincere apologies to the Righteous Brothers).