A poem about partings. The air feels filled with farewells at the moment. It's dissertation time and final exams loom.
THE SECOND REHEARSAL OF THE LAST PRODUCTION
we walk side by side
with looking glass steps
turn in slow motion
this moving dialogue offers
a split second view
of all the rehearsal halls to come
how fragile is the house of now
a time of endings
our finals farewell
the walls will hold our sound
the floor our footfalls
the air our breath
we will never end
though all come to stillness
energy translates
I was attempting to capture endings and beginnings, that point when something is stopping but other things wait in the wings. This is definitely a work in progress.
Here's a lovely video of Paul Simon with a beautiful arrangement of one of my favourite songs.
Until next time.
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