Queen of Summer Stock

Queen of Summer Stock

A Poem by Crowley

Once she was a queen of Summer Stock
Two seconds later she was an actress of a different kind
Scoring turned into a sport where life hangs in the balance
Thirty years turns to forty, looking sixty, s**t luck right?

Hanging it up means one of two things
Trying and failing or trying and ending
One always sounded better depending on the point in the cycle
How can beauty and talent turn to satiation and desperation on a dime?

Mother Mary can you shed some light?
I want to be the center of the burning heart of Jesus
Mother Mary have you walked the hard mile?
I want to know I am not alone

© 2019 Crowley


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Mother Mary never ages, but many of us also think we don't...but the wear and tear of life and years definitely shows...
we may feel young on the inside, or not, but if we depend just on our looks to survive,
"Death be not Proud"----as the book title said.
j.

Posted 5 Years Ago


Excellent and powerful, This is so very good. LOVE your last stanza a lot. Just simply amazing

Posted 5 Years Ago


Very powerful writing! Your intense word portrait is painted in light strokes, but each sends a reader into a long reverie of conjured experience. Love the balance between showing her journey as raggedy but still beautiful & heartfelt (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 5 Years Ago


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you and me both brother Crowley:) I will never be able to express how amazed I am at how you pack so much punch into so few lines it is your zen quality me thinks! I cant help but think of this local actress I new of whom was kind of famous for being everyone's understudy and I mean big production understudy but never got over that hump... so she settled here in the burgh and worked summer stock for many years and taught the young budding actors and actresses (and had her fill of them too if you know what I mean) Had she chose me I would of gladly complied by the way she was sexy as hell and had such a presence to her! you practically painted her portrait in these three stanzas

Posted 5 Years Ago


'How can beauty and talent turn to satiation and desperation on a dime?'

Like old wrestlers, walkers et al, the performer is what she (and he!) is.. and once passed, found to have been betrayed by those who should have thought of the one earning the bucks. Even that passes all understanding.

Whether this actually applied to only woman who can go anywhere, even over the rainbow.. or to the woman who gave the rainbow to the testament, who's to know. Depends on how we interpret your writing, the thoughts that we dare to delve into! Over the years, however people see women at their best and in their decline, it's up to affection, belief of, and a touch of more of trust in self and empathy for- whatever. An interesting post, will probably turn out to be on the wrong path, but I like to adventure, Crowley!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Crowley

5 Years Ago

You are rarely on a wrong path. That is exactly what I was thinking. We were in the mountains with f.. read more
emmajoy

5 Years Ago

Love that song, love that performer.. have read biographies and find it hard to think of that rainbo.. read more
I read this few times, aiming and wanting to catch the depth of Your words because I knew there is something behind it. unfortunately, to reach our dreams we may be forced to walk in roads we don't want, the big problem when we stumble in that road and get stuck without being able to move on or walk through it. Art was never for money, Art is the messenger to this world from the world beyond, and when a real Artist finds him/her self in a position they don't like, their core ache, I know some people who may tell You to change whom You are and how You write (of course we are not talking here about learning and growing) so You can be read and You can sell. my question to them, if You are untrue to Your self and the real You, how You will make Your reader believe You? and how Your words will sell then?

Posted 5 Years Ago


Crowley

5 Years Ago

What you say is true, if the art is fair to the reader and the world and can be universally identifi.. read more
lightsong

5 Years Ago

good to see You too my friend :)
C,
I read this while listening to slow jazz . . . seemed to fit the tone of the poem.
Interesting piece my friend. What inspired it?
T

Posted 5 Years Ago


Crowley

5 Years Ago

It was a passing thought about Judy Garland. Was sitting on a porch with friends in the mountains, a.. read more
kentuck14

5 Years Ago

best of fortune with your new endeavor.
T
If i didnt know better Cee, this sounds like me as of late.lmbo! You have such a way with words! I miss ya!

Posted 5 Years Ago


Crowley

5 Years Ago

You are always the queen and I would have come to see you st summer stock!!!!
Sometimes, we need something to keep us on. Though time passes to make things old, snatching away things we once cherished.
We just need something to keep us on the run and never be a person existing but not living.
This is what the poem speaks to me.

It's really great, Crowley.


Posted 5 Years Ago


Crowley

5 Years Ago

Thank you so much for the thoughtful review. Much appreciated!
There is something that keeps drawing my attention to the word desperation, perhaps because of her life, or perhaps it was the style of her acting. Even as a kid I wasn't surprised to hear she had problems, but of course, being from the world of celebrity, fame has a way of altering reality that for too many doesn't end well.
The last line transcends fame and can affect even us mortals.
Did she ever have a chance?

Posted 5 Years Ago


Crowley

5 Years Ago

I don’t think so, I see her as a young woman and think of only the possibilities. Those eyes....th.. read more

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Crowley
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