I Cried Tonight

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photo collage – Lezlie Vermillion

 

While rains fell, I swam in the beauty of a summer shower,

the cloudy afternoon turning toward nature’s setting hour,

I think we all have our own conception of a romanticized storm

with its electrifying resonance, makes us each somehow conform.

 

This year has been a challenge to breathe, only in quiet we grieve.

Stale of a pandemic – a somber reminder of how isolate we believe

our lives would become in a manner of short-lived sordid silence.

We all stayed home together using a prescribed social distance

 

meant to keep alive, those whom we loved, could now only imagine.

We missed the dear lives we grew to know and watched a time taken

away in throes of mortality, the fear, the protective nature we live

only to suggest we are experiencing a historic timeline. We give

 

hope to the many children who walked inside the solace of a stage,

so many years did they play the roles whose time will never age.

I watched upon my seniors today, in pictures, experience in a way,

some tasking for ‘break a legs’ in a world asking survival each day.

 

Tears in my eyes as I live this constant reminder of a virtual  end,

careers, scripted lives, now faithful their realities eventually mend.


© Thom Amundsen 6/2020 – the year of the pandemic

While Eyes Were Walking

So many waves of opportunity

we stepped inside without knowing

only hopeful,

perhaps somewhere, sometime,

we might,

we could possibly

land here.

 

There were smiles all around,

we wondered in silence if it was real,

could this be

this way that provided a happy

medium,

a place to stay,

stand near.

 

Well I took a chance and noticed

you stood nearby me to, we were together,

create we did,

a memory to serve our time,

forever,

in this place in life,

sans fear.

 

I do know I will recall this time,

we danced the fire of magic in sphere,

circling our lives,

stand before a stage of peer,

always,

we can return here anytime

time is dear.

 

To the class of 2016, and all of their future believers.

©Ammo 2016 All-Night Drama Lock-In

 

In A Short Minute*

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Life ends

simple bitter finale

minutes before our ideas

thrive in the mind

of the present

For the nether

a mystique in soul,

deep resonate despair.

We want control of that

scope beyond, infinite magic.

Sweet mystery is love,

realistic to the wakeful eye,

more impactful in fear,

when our lives become

measured.

A life spent

entertaining the seats,

mentoring the masses,

forgiving the ill,

now manifests a timely

farewell,

one sure to confuse

a following,

heart-wrenching pain.

 will us all say good-bye

now.

~

*we lost a master of the stage to tragedy today.

Because We Act

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We do everything by the script,

how we manage our morning,

what time we show up,

when we decide to take care of this,

why do we need to live a mechanical life

Imagine if all the gears just stopped,

who would react, and who might run away.

yet, where would they go to find themselves,

perhaps in the woods, eventually they might die,

we do know yet what they have found,

because they never come to retell the story,

we just anticipate, the same way we just know

our world is going to exist as we plan in the morning,

and it will as it does at dusk when our minds expand.

I remember as a child the first I heard the words,

“All the world’s a stage’ I didn’t get it,

I knew it was pretty because that’s what my teacher

taught us about Shakespeare, lovely language.

Tonight while I again wait for that moment,

the crestfallen moon that shines upon my eye,

when I hope to figure out the reason why I want to stay awake

rather than fall into the fear of my dreams,

I wonder really what it means ‘to be or not to be’

I used to construe as death’s finality,

today, I’m wondering if I want to be like you, her, them

what identity do I choose with each morning sun rise.

* photo found on thefilmexperiment

And when I go …

(This poem is dedicated to my graduating class of seniors in the drama program)

I will recall you
The laughter, the pain
Black box sermons
The tears in the hallway
Cast postings
You-tube studies
The weekends of process

How did I?
What did he?
Who would think?
Why did she?
Must I?
Where will we?
How could … ?

Sleeping all weekend
Slow departure
Showing up again
Resilient to the touch
Read-through again,
With a smile
Though inside I cried
Yet, I look around
We are all still here.

I will remember you
When you shined in lights
I watched you
Sing with a certain passion
A grace on stage
Grasping your character
Believing your lines
Everyone felt your presence
We all wanted your beauty
We will remember
You.

Our lives intertwined
In spirit
In desire
In a will to be known
Recognized
A certain validation
Allows growth to become
A central force
Elegant humanity.

I will delight in you
When now we carry the torch
I begin to be
That person
Such talent
I watched you take steps
And hand your reigns to me
In one fell swoop
My day, your day, my moment, your tears
We are together again

Our characters rise and memory gains strength
As we venture forward, and make jest ‘the finale’