when the showlights are blazing bright
its time to put on cryptic smile
your inked arms are love letters, sight
on your fighter's stance. this trial-
your art, your music are your knights
to knock down the rumors with style-
your band is the greatest- that's right
(&) you're the best - chameleon with guile
waxing the theatre floor with green
grass, crooning to sky of shadows
there's a mirror of you, not clean
shaven, but stark naked, no prose
to mask real fear, loss, the scene
to question our life's highs and lows
there are no answers in the screen
we left, beating hearts, with caws from crows
In response to the poem, When I'm among the Blaze of Lights
by Siefried Sassoon
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Dead Poet's Society, hosted by Kim M. Russell.
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