This morning I went to a theater show in Bachok
I got comfortably seated on the first and only row
with a glass of freshly squeezed watermelon
naturally sweetened to perfection.
The first actress to come on stage
was a butterfly, performing brilliantly
the most elegant dance just in the air
Her wings were brown and white
and then she landed with her feather light feet
on a green leaf of a flowerless tree.
The second actor came on immediately
a white butterfly doing a rock and roll
The birds came on stage before it was their turn
but who cares about turns in this theater.
A choir of invisible doves
made their lovely sounds in the background
for an aria of a proud yellow bird.
When my drink was finished,
I was allowed to go on stage
and have a private chat with many actors
They spoke a strange language
but perhaps they understood my heartfelt praise.
You write from a place where writing should come from. Keep doing so!
such a gret piece of narrative poetry I ewlly ejoyed the cast great write
It is of course an imagery. See the wonderful way a poet makes heart felt things out of only imaginary things. Quite enjoyable and congrats for being the PoD.
Enjoyed it very much, and it does qualify as a poem, a very good one. Congrats on poem of the day.
Lovely poem Hansveer, This theater offers us boundless joy and so does your poem. Congratulations for the poem of the day selection.
Heartiest Congratulations on the poet of the Day as also for the fantastic flight of imagery that has conceptualized such a nice poem.
Congrats Hans for being choosen one here, Now the theater is reopened.. I am delighted for it :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful Theater, so green and natural in act...the are awesome...and free ticket :) lovely write dear
Many thanks, Soul