when applause has died
and the delighted have burdened
tired streets with leaden feet[M2] ,
when wings imagined are recognised
when the earth seems too small a platform
when you’ve surprised the sun[M3] ,
then, in a mirror made of a Tuesday
or a month erroneously erased,
every dance choreographed
and those yet unborn
will in suspended disbelief confess
‘We were in your eyes blueprinted.’[M4]
10th October 2021
[M1]Loaded
with so much pathos in the gentle understanding voice of the poetic persona.
[M2]Temporary
nature of human attention span our constant need for fresh entertainment to
boost our jaded palates and the impact of our fickleness on the yesterday’s
favourites
The impact of the “fall” on those whom we have raised
so high with our applauses, subscriptions and likes when they are no longer
there to keep them in that rarified atmosphere occupied by the stars.
[M3]I
believe these lines allude to human vanity and the myth of Icarus.
[M4]The
utter oblivion which had resulted in suicides, drug addiction among they
yesterday’s stars?
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