Next Line. By CpSingleton © 2015
The dancer revels in the freedom to
Spin and fly, the melody of the Earth
Carrying them high. Clip their wings and
The music of the world becomes a
The actor is nervous before a show,
Yet, once that curtain slides across
The polished stage, he finds thrill
In captivating the audience.
Take away his memory for lines and
He becomes lost and mute. The
Audience applause: a jaded memory.
The man who sees the beauty of
Creation, only to be blinded by the
Banality of a monotoned myopathy,
Fumbles for the door handle and
Leaves the room in search of meaning.
There is a hand…
And a handle…