Until Curtain Call (Poem)

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Arms wide, I reached for you—
would we embrace, or not?
Eyes turned, delivering my cue—

few fish like to be caught.
Naught have I that gleams or snares,
my lures are made of dreams and thought.

I freed you from your cares
with cheerful laughter and a promise
of safety. Beyond cold layers:

water, air, and past traumas,
dauntless, I preserver and hold on to hope.
Unrequited love fuels my drama

burns all else to ash and smoke.
Memories become mocking shadows in the dark,
rocking waves slap against the boat.

Shivering now, sick in every part of my heart,
I scream and howl into the storm.
In this lonely play, Caliban is my part—

all alone on the stage, I perform.

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  1. Ahfl_icon THX 0477

    I like it. I salute your boldness in having thoughts/sentences spill from one line to the next. It works well, though I never quite muster the audacity to do it in my scant poetry attempts. Great attending too with the Shakespeare allusion.

  2. Avatar Robert Quick

    Minor edits and one major one—changed Lear to Caliban and such to clarify a theme.

  3. Avatar stargazer1960

    I approve. I like The Tempest better than King Lear. Tempest is so hopeful at the end. I think you have captured the spirit of that play.