Curtain Call

by Ken W Simpson

Anonymous faces
with transparent eyes
unrecognised by transients
passing by
as disappearing echoes
of another day.

Impassive masks
of fugitives
fleeing from obscurity
as variations floating in a pond.

Detours from distant places
and imaginary moments
existing only in a stranger's eye.

Lights above begin to fade
descending into the silence
as the orchestra
begins the overture.

From infancy to old age
on a rotating stage
carrying the characters
around and around
towards the dimness of the wings
until the curtain call.
in the darkness of an empty hall.

Ken W Simpson

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I am an Australian poet specialising in free verse., A number of my collections are available online at Amazon and elsewhere.

Last updated February 19, 2014