Showtime

10:23 25 March in Rhyme
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The slight of hand

from your mind’s fingers

is the surest proof

that your life lingers

on the smoky edges

of decision making:

Sound the call for truth

and an undertaking.

 

When the crowd has gone

and the spotlight burns

on the seamless sway

of your twisting turns

let the tricks dissolve

and the mirrors fall:

Truth demands a curtain call.

 

The stage is set for silence

the script says we’re inept

incapable and clueless

in beyond our depth

All props assist the promise:

true greatness if we rise

beyond our practiced showmanship

and perfect,polished lives.

Volgende Inskrywing
Vorige Inskrywing
Mia Smit

Mia Smit

meerkatkind@gmail.com
2 Comments
  • Wendy 09:04h, 24 April Reply

    Mia, you must please never stop writing! What an inspiration you are šŸ™‚

    • miasmit
      miasmit 19:23h, 01 May Reply

      Thanks so much Wendy. As long as I enjoy it, I plan to keep writing. (And I don’t see that changing soon, I’m having way too much fun!)

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