Sunday, August 27, 2017

Magician

A bit darker than the last poem:

Magician,
I’m the only other one in the world
When you call me from the audience
And pull a flower from behind my ear,
Ruffling my hair.

I’m the only other one in the world
When you play for me,
In a dark room,
showing me illusions.

I’m the only one
Till the show must go on,
Elsewhere.

When the curtain falls,
You have thrilled everyone
But touched no one.

2 comments:

  1. I like it very much. The magician expressed his loneliness. That hollow feeling that makes your soul ache.
    This is Lanetta

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    1. That poem surprised me. The last three lines, which I thought would be a bitter indictment, actually show compassion. I like this.

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