This Poem was Submitted By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-08-24 15:00:13 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!To Listen to Music While Reading this Poem, just Click Here!
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Performing Art Night appears wrapped in blackness
Its clinging cape has no escape
Everything becomes companion
To the master of concealment
In darkness its stillness presents
Un-distracted by the day lit scene
Thoughtful contemplation
Is consequential of mind unseen
Awareness thrives with different eyes
Night holds much to actualize
Day is theater for actor’s lines
Evenings the curtain of what’s behind
Costume, set, music, passion’s away
When drama’s show arrives next day
Alls prepared with props and costume
And I have my stage make up on
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Copyright © August 2008 Dellena Rovito
This Poem was Critiqued By: DeniMari Z. On Date: 2008-09-04 18:07:26
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dear Dellena, there is so much within this poem. Very good read. You have captured how night changes into day, and how the world proceeds with people absorbed with their lives - as if life is an act - not a reality that is one of life's main purposes.
People do change; between day and night. During the day they are working; at what ever chosen profession they have; or at a job they go to just to earn a good days pay. Night time is their time, to do what they please without being watched - behind their own curtain.
Your last verse is my favorite - the last line, where you say "I have my stage make up on."
Remarkable line - and one I will remember from this write.
Good luck this month, I enjoyed this write very much.
love,
Denimari
This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2008-08-30 20:15:43
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Dellena,
What a delightful insightful write, easy to read with a gentle ryhme that lends to it's cadence. Sorry I can't offer much more than I enjoyed the read and offer kudos.
Best always,
Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2008-08-29 21:12:49
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Performing Art, a perfect title for this one my friend, your words flow as life often does.....are we not all performers at some time or other? Actually you have allowed the stage to be set for so many different scene's in life ......hope and pray you are well and that the fall season will not arrive too soon as mornings here in New England have already dipped close to freezing. God Bless, Claire
This Poem was Critiqued By: Mark Steven Scheffer On Date: 2008-08-27 16:41:44
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Dellena,
What I like about your poetry is that you always have something to say, and always say it poetically - and it always comes from your core. Which is a sine qua non for making a difference, artistically or any other way.
And I just wanted to say that I've felt similarly to how you felt here, and tried to sketch it poetically myself.
MSS
This Poem was Critiqued By: James C. Horak On Date: 2008-08-25 23:48:42
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Moliere wrote his plays around truth versus pretense (night versus day, in the case of your poem)
and how consolidated dissembling had become to the social graces, that of women the most, as shown
in his foremost achievement, La Tartuffe (The Women.)
Though in places something of a burlesque, very very biting.
I can't see this applying what-so-ever to you but...well, some others....
So I look more deeply into your meanings and find meanings and metaphors representing them of
"night" and "day". Your line, "Evenings the curtain of what's behind" is the key to where the
rest of the poem finds essence. People, yourself as well, prepare to represent more their actual
"thoughtful contemplation" at eventide while assuming Moliere's mask at day. An interesting inversion
of the way most people see it, people accustomed to chasing theirs or someone else's tail at night,
instead of thought and its respite from the rat race of the day.
So, yes, your poem is for those not jerked from one social feed trough to another but whose leisure
time is kept "leisure". Even in the way love is taken, solemn sensual repose. Not even the same thing
for those chasing day into night, night into day.
I don't like the line, "Night holds much to actualize" primarily because "actualize" is one of those words used in psycho-therapy and that's like putting ketsup on baked Alaska.
But I'll endure it for the "meat" of your poem...however, without the thorazine.
Only for you.
JCH
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