No Applause

This is my bare sonnet
of how all the world
is not a stage, nor
we just players, or
if it is, all the action
took place in the wings
because still I have no idea
what happened

     to us in the third act.

To extend the metaphor,
I felt like the only actor
without a script. And
when the curtain fell

     there was only silence.

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About Ray Sharp

Father, poet, triathlete, local public health planner
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4 Responses to No Applause

  1. To retract the metaphor: We all flew off the planet with no knowledge of destinations (individually, without benefit of conveyances) when the whoosh of silence blew through the theater. IMHO, of course.

  2. Ray Sharp says:

    I suppose you’re right. silly of me to think I’m the only one lost in space

  3. It’s great how you took lines that are easily recognisable (after all we all know Shakespeare) and turned them into a beautiful poem. Many thanks.

    Greetings from London.

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