An Imitation of Love

An Imitation of Love

A Poem by Wilyem Clark

That's all it is, I tell you truly.
The kettledrum rumbles, the curtain goes up,
And all too soon, the play is over.
You glance at the program in reflection.
You recite the numbers in your mind,
Each routine a minor masterpiece; but already
Criticism starts to creep in.
A sour note in the aria. The intermezzo's stridency.
And the lullaby? Interminable.
But then I think: the genuine article
Is much the same, with shoddier costumes,
Less opulent sets, and poorer lighting.
When everyday life and stagecraft mix,
The magic's revealed to be as mundane
As a factory floor. The mellifluous voices?
A calliope shrieking. And there are no reviews
In the morning paper, just the same old news
In black-and-white format,
With ink dripping down to harshen the coffee,
And a thin, crusty slice of stale bread.

© 2021 Wilyem Clark


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Wilyem Clark
Wilyem Clark

Washington, DC



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I've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..

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