Pantomime by Chris Sorrenti
walls closing in
the ultimate pantomime
but surely as these walls
are invisible
sometimes laughable
so too are they real
the first is the past
and though
one must never dwell in it
neither can they completely escape
an invisible chain trailing
white gloves
unable to cut
the second wall
the present
with all its toil
stress filled days
balanced with accomplishment
carrying unseen load
on shoulder
putting it down
when possible
brings a smile
to a painted face
the third wall is the future
towering in its uncertainty
challenges
experiences yet
to colour the mind
climb that ladder pantomime
but no matter how high you get
another rung's still waiting above
and death
the fourth
its vines creeping out
across the other three
bringing sadness
to an otherwise happy face
waving imaginary hanky
friends
loved ones
away
and finally the ceiling
left open
spreading wings invisible
the act of a mime
the audience never sees
until they too
play the part
alas the stage
empty again
but wait! the audience cheers
a new arrival
dressed only in umbilical
a familiar cry
shattering the silence
of pantomime
© 1992
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04/04/2015 Author's Note: Happy Easter everyone.
Posted on 04/04/2015 Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by A. Paige White on 04/05/15 at 07:21 PM Love it! Will actually like figure out the whys when I'm more awake. I want my Easter nap. I may pantomime hiding three grandchildren around the yard, giggling, "ok y'all wait right HERE for Nanny to find you in just a minute....."
Two hours later....nanny wakes up and yawns and gets her biggest basket to go gather the grandbabies... ;-) |
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