The Act, The Actor And Director(Me, Myself and I)

Inspired by "Edge Of Thorns" and "When The Crowds Are Gone", both by Savatage.

 

There is a beautiful garden

Created inside the theater,

A set built 

Inside my mind.

Keeping my balance

As I walk between the rows

So I don’t crush

The seeds I’ve sewn

Based on your powers of persuasion.

I’m blinded by the light

That shines on you

Engaged in a solo performance,

Acting on improv

On a stage built for an ensemble…

I directed…

You dictated…

My vision

Becomes your glory

Till the final bow

When you’re graced with bouquets

 And I bleed from the thorns.

In the end

When the lights go out

Those roses wilt

But my red stain will remain

For eternity.

Reviews

[Helen Woodward]

A deep and rich analogy, very unusual and striking metaphors Dale. Well thought out with good delivery.
These lines are fabulous;
And I bleed from the thorns.

In the end

When the lights go out

Those roses wilt

But my red stain will remain

For eternity.

Sewn (Sown)
Kudos Dale...

Cheers :-)

[Gandré]

might be. And who please inspired you to the idea of your title - The Act, The Actor ..... if not my poem with the title - The Observer, The Observed, The Observation? - You could say "thanks lara", would be a way. Instead you of course would answer, "No... I never have read this poem for I don't read your poetry". The poem is fine, that's something else, even I don't get it - I directed - you dictated - this is contradiction, isn't it but a nice twist.

[Coyote Poetry]

I had to read a few times. The poem is so good. Last line told the story. Few things are remembered. I like the feel and the ending. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[The Analog Kid]

Dale, very deep and moving. I get it. Love the red/rose/blood/thorn motif too.

[Marie Harrison]

Bravo! What a creative poem, and all the world is our stage. Take a bow.

[Ruth]

"When you’re graced with bouquets
And I bleed from the thorns."
Awesome lines love!
A powerful poem, once touched by love, the scar always remains, even when the lights are down!
Awesome!
xx

[Phibby Venable]

this is so sad, I hate that the poet bleeds from the thorns in the end,
but love the poem!

[Bud]

This one is filled with sadness and passion. The ends we go to in order to gain that title we call love... I especially love the last lines. Outstanding work of art, Dale.

[Amy Bumpas]

Great, dark twisted poem. We are all actors in our own lives.
This reminds me of a love gone bad. It seems sometimes we
are blinded by love, and the falsely feelings of another.