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| The Globe - London...At Merchant of Venice |
as actors artists taking charge
of roles of destiny of fate
of philosophies too grand to state
So rather then we make them shrink
to a macrocosm where we think
we let them see the players pass
like Tyndall projections in a glass
We dance We see through
circumstance and think through trance
We dance We play and set our wits to
wing
We find the source we lose the thing and
still we sing We sing until we lose our voice
We feel the need to vent our choice We
hear the chord the steady prance
of heartbeat offbeat chance We twist
as we climb We dance
We live We know stars will attest
to time and space we did exist
We seize with dauntless will
a measure of the stuff that separates all life
from that which never breathes we rarefy our time
before the curtain falls in ways bizarre
unique
Because We Live
© Gay Reiser Cannon All Rights Reserved
What a wonderful piece - much to muse over
ReplyDeleteVery wisely written Gay. It feels sometimes like life is out of control, unmanagable, but you raise here the question of destiny. Do we hold the poer to change it all? I certainly hope so, my positivity's been pushed to the limit this year :)
ReplyDeleteGreat one shot!
Love it! "Hear the chord the steady prance
ReplyDeleteOf heartbeat offbeat chance we twist" Inventive sound, wording, and a testament to being, as well as being heard.
I really enjoyed the rhyming cleverly reinforcing things and holding the poem up. And unlike most poems which build to the last lines, I felt all of them were measured and exact and well-crafted. Very nice work, Gay, and also a fine message.
ReplyDeleteI want this to be musical, and to har the actor's shoes and boots on that wooden stage, providing time to the words!
ReplyDeletePS-- I am loving that picture.
To Fireblossom - At the Globe London "As You Like It" I saw it there in '96 I believe it was. :-) After I read Claudia's I wished Immanuel would read mine too (lol). Thanks.
ReplyDeleteTo Joy - Thank you. Your words mean so much too me.
To Adam - I'm glad you liked it. Wasn't sure if my meaning held up in the lines. Glad they do.
To Shan - I nearly titled this YOUTH. I think this is a song of exuberance when one believes he/she has life by the tail and can do anything. I like the optimism and the hope in it.
I love the all the stage and all the elements that parallel life
ReplyDeletewell done Gay for One Shot
Love from the Moon
Entrancing work, great flow, just rolls off the tongue. :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful line, flow....and haunting.
ReplyDeleteReminds me very much of Shakespeare and that you did a rhyming scheme is commendable.
(From one who doesn't do that well at all).
Very good, psychological work.
Lady Nyo
Play, act, sing, dance, and live! All the stage is a world...or
ReplyDeleteI like this much
Grazie
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Like.
A fiery Roman candle of a poem!
ReplyDeleteThere's a lot here - good depth and rhyme, very fine scheme to it, makes the whole just flow beautifully. Well-honed piece with some solid word play. Makes one feel almost...powerful. It's palpable. Great piece!
ReplyDeletelove the wonderful rhythm and candance of the poem....make me what to dance and sing...bkm
ReplyDeleteLoved the rhythm too. A warm piece that brings a smile.
ReplyDeleteahhh dear Gay,i have always been fascinated about the stage of life myself,i wrote a poem about it long time ago,called "on stage" ..yet,yours here is such a beauty! powerful lines and it flows very well..:) delighted read as always dear..:) AWESOME ONE SHOT!..:)
ReplyDeletewow this was so intense - great write with a rhythm that just carried me away
ReplyDeleteTotally agree.The rhythm of your words is truly amazing.The thought just naturally flow.Like a song,indeed.
ReplyDelete*Because we live*The reason of it all.
Beautiful one shot!
Wow Gay this is a well written piece that is exceptionally natural. Great one shot. Love and Light, Sender
ReplyDeleteAll the world's a stage, as the saying goes.
ReplyDeleteNice One Shot, Gay!
Thank you all. I appreciate your comments so much. I love theater. I was criticized as a student, told I had no ability for it by a teacher who must have had her own issues. That experience made me understand all the more that talent needs encouraging.
ReplyDeleteI still have that need and appreciate getting it in this forum. I wanted this to be a somewhat dramatic and still have a sweeping, musical feel. Thank you for giving me your opinions.
Rhythmic & philosophical. Purpose in poetry. Nice.
ReplyDeleteso true, the world is but a stage, and each a player,until the curtain of death falls
ReplyDeleteWonderful. The rhythm of life in a poem perfectly written. Really nice One Shot.
ReplyDeleteThanks for stopping by my place and commenting. I appreciate it.
Wow Gay this is truly well done, rhythmic, dancing musical energy. I love the flow of these words, amazing!!! ~April
ReplyDeleteYour Muse must have gone to some distant places if you werent exactly in this scene...Fantastic!
ReplyDeleteCheers!
Now that's what I call an awesome tribute to LIFE!!
ReplyDelete*Standing ovation* for this poem, Gay! It was beautiful!
Connecting all the dots and assembling it the way you did, the output was one grand performance, I must say!
Kudos, my dear...
I love it - great writing
ReplyDeleteCheers
Its wonderful verse as well as wonderful images.. liked it so much... your lines
ReplyDelete'A measure of the stuff that separates all life
From that which never breathes we rarefy our time'
was so great... thanks for sharing..
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Beautiful words :)
ReplyDeleteBeautifully written Gay! Thanks for visiting my site and reading it 'mythically'...I can feel the sensitivity you expressed and that is exactly what I hoped the reader would sense.
ReplyDeleteI could see why that is as I read your work and marvelled at how you put life on the stage. I loved this stanza:
Hear the chord the steady prance
Of heartbeat offbeat chance we twist
As we climb We dance
Wonderfully done, thank you!
We dance We play and set our wits to wing
ReplyDeleteWe find the source we lose the thing and
Still we sing We sing until we lose our voice
gorgeous, oh, gorgeous, dear gay... i'm so glad you linked. i hope you'll continue to do so. xo
it's so fun and I loved the images you created with your words!!
ReplyDeleteheck...i knew that was the globe....another great poem my friend..cheers pete
ReplyDeleteI wonder who is watching us in this life we are acting out? Love it.
ReplyDeleteI don't know how to thank all of you for the kinds words you've said. I am so happy you like it and I'm happy it works .. you never really know. I'm looking forward to getting some more Shakespeare in London. I write pretty positive stuff usually, perhaps I'll try some dour things along the way to balance it out; but I like that this is a celebration. All of you such great wriers, thanks for taking time to visit me and comment!
ReplyDeleteThis was an Iambic thrill-ride!
ReplyDeleteGreetings!
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