Musing about the nature of existence, painted in gray.


Life is not a dress-rehearsal

Life is not a dress-rehearsal
there is no premiere
no intermission
I have no lines
I improvise

The audience sits
observers in darkness
there is no reaction
no applause
they are props

In an endless loop
the show replays
with no final bow
no curtain call
I exit





Poetry by Hans Bump
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Written on 2012-02-09 at 08:57

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Wumbulu
I feel that there is a (somewhat tenious) connection to G.S. Heron. "The revolution will not be televised."
2012-06-16


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
And the playwright is Beckett or Ionesco. A fine, stark poem, Hans.
2012-02-10


An-ders
I agree, it is not a dress-rehearsal - and that is the liberating and frightening truth of existence...:)

Nice job!
2012-02-10


shells
A concise take on life, felt a little sadness creeping through somehow, maybe that was the gray of the introduction. I enjoyed the brevity.
2012-02-10


countryfog
Brings to mind my favorite Shakespeare quote: "All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players: they have their exits and their entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts . . ." You've elaborated with some lines I relate to - "I have no lines / I improvise" especially. Life never unfolds according to any script we write.
2012-02-09


liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
The ending leaves me feeling
like there's an encore waiting

~L.~
2012-02-09