Midpoint (IP)

By agnosticnun
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There is something faintly ridiculous
about middle age. It's the point when life
is no longer rehearsal, but life. Possibilities
traded for a red Corvette, or a Prius
depending on the insecurity. The audience naps.
It's good to know the lines, to have
the basics of bills and love and housing down.
And if chances were set aside
with the burden of potential, well
we all can only follow one cliche.
A child is hope, youth an audition.
Solid adulthood is a production
by chance and circumstance. But the music
of other plays lingers. The roles we practiced,
the selves that beckon offstage, all turning to this point
when desiring the escape of drama,
we can only find poetry.
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Thought this was really good
Thought this was really good agnosticnun and very well written. The first stanza really stood out for me.
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I liked this little tale.
I liked this little tale.
re "...depending on the insecurity... " I happen to possess a "... red Corvette... "
A toy plastic one with white side panels.
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would this work?
I really like the poem, but I agree there is something missing too. How do you feel about the idea of putting 'The audience naps.' at the very end, making a two sentence final line?
I think this would create an amusing balance with 'we can find only poetry' and the final word with the end stop will leave the audience with a blank - quite literally leave them napping.
What do you think?
Thanks for reading. I am grateful for your time.
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