The Soloist

June 6, 2012
One lone curtain holds the stage
In a cascade embrace, red velvet shades
Holding its lungs, its tumbling breaths
Still as a moment hinting to death
A scarlet stained sunrise forebodes the start
The clouds an impression, the most deadly art
And there he appears
As the soloist
he must be here

The procession is a short one
The engagement a blink of the eye
They're committed for by a moment
A love saturated in wine
A tragic duet, two bodies entwined
Swaying in their quick steps
It is seduction where they are completely blind
Their world had nothing left

It is a performance at best
But it is where they may meet
Forbidden lovers, cradled by thorns
Lines behind their feet
They unite where shadows form thick
A foreboding so quick to predict
It's that danger we all fantasize
A love that can't be nixed

But as the covers must be closed
The fermata fades away
It mixes in with the starless night
Crushes never stay
The seats are filed empty
Leaving one, left to his own
Amidst the scarlet shadows
The soloist stands alone

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FauxedTea said...
Aug. 31, 2012 at 1:32 pm
This is so well written, and an all around great poem!
writer3499 said...
Aug. 11, 2012 at 12:34 pm
Fantastic! I loved the ending as well as the whole peom...I loved the way you looked at the whole topic!! Great job! Would you mind commenting on some of my work?? Thanks!
InkWriter13 said...
Jun. 22, 2012 at 12:04 am
Wow. Powerful writing. Almost a hushed tone. I like the analogy. Interesting choice. I loved the ending too. Great, great work. Would you please comment on my poems titled Love in the Soul of Humanity and On my Back Porch?
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