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Author Name: Freealiopterix 4 Comments
Date Added: August 06, 2012 11:08:08 Average Score: (Needs 2)
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Type: Rhyming
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Daylight beckons the stage awaits

The audience of peers bedecked

With costumes masks berates -

Yet I will not perform 'till dressed

Waits one for inspiration now -

As through my wardrobe I do roam;

To choose disguise that does allow

Me to en-robe and leave my home;

Comes though this time a stranger choice -

A need to leave the mask alone

It is as though I've found my voice

The need to hide myself has gone;

So naked as the day of birth

I take my place upon the Earth.

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Comment By: FreePamela A. Lamppa on August 7, 2012 09:21:54 PM Report
Some interesting use of inverted language in this delightful Italian Sonnet.  Makes me wonder what made this "actor" decide to leave the disguise at home?  Maybe, just one day, we realize that we are just fine the way we are.  Nice work.  ~Pamela
Comment By: FreeFirestone Feinberg on August 6, 2012 08:27:45 PM Report
What I have found is that as I have aged I am more and more able to be myself -- and see that I have the right to be myself -- whether others like it or not.   Since I've suffered through a couple of serious illness and am mentally ill as well -- somehow I think these tough experiences have enabled me to be who I am.  Maybe we just get plain tired of holding up masks and changing costumes -- certainly we have less energy as we grow older.  A fine poem, Alistair.  A poem that makes one think.  --David
Comment By: PremiumShawn on August 6, 2012 05:52:45 PM Report
I've worn so many throughout my life, I don't know the real from the mask. When they start cracking, fading and want replacing and you have nothing left- what to do?

Bravo, for you on an excellent poem and for not needing your masks anymore!


Comment By: FreeTomahawk on August 6, 2012 02:35:26 PM Report

All the world is a stage and all the people, players.--Willy Boy. lol.




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