my sunday poem … # 9
This was inspired by a friend of mine who worked in repertory theatre for many years.
and so I bow
before the final curtain
a star without a name
of that I am quite certain
as I go back to my dressing room
down the stairs.
into the night
from the backdoor of the theatre
out of the limelight
to the quiet of an evening
and throw away my lines
for another day.
into my house
number one rehearsal street
put the kettle on
take the weight off my feet
and read the morning papers
much too late.
into my bed
the stage on which I sleep
blanketing my thoughts
by counting sightless sheep
and dream of all the parts
i used to play.
That spreads a wonderful feeling of contentment and peacefulness. It has a very relaxing and calming effect. I like it a lot, Kris.
Thanks, Erika. It is indeed about a very fine person who is content and comfortable in their day to day life.
Indeed the perfect poem for Sunday, Kris.
I love to read anything Kris posts. He has been a huge inspiration to me these last few months.
He truly is! I love to read his posts too 🙂
Oh thank you Erika. And I feel the same about your posts.
I am glad you finally know, Kris 😀 and thank you so much, big hugs to you 🙂
You are very kind. I’m glad to have helped in some way.All the very best.
Hi Chris – This immediately caught my attention because my Dad was in the “theatre business” until it collapsed in the 1950’s with the advent of TV (ref early “Dear Diary” Posts. Very nicely presented. Thx.
Many thanks.Really interesting about your Dad. TV most certainly didn’t help.
Great piece about acting
Thank you for your like
As always Sheldon
Many thanks Sheldon. All the very best. Kris.
Oh Kris, This is wonderful. I got a really comfortable feeling as I read it. The photos are awesome as well. Hugs My friend. Have a great week. Keep writing and I will keep reading.
Hugs and Love
Thank you Sarah. It is like an order out of chaos I guess.
We probably all need that comfort. I certainly do.