A Tragedienne In The Real Theatre Poem by nimal dunuhinga
A Tragedienne In The Real Theatre
With her seven children (Except the eldest who was stillborn) she struggles by the road to success.
Her beloved husband was a missing in action and still she believes he would have come home one day with his old rusty gun and the puffy epaulettes & stars.
If the opaque curtain is lowered, dear spectator please do not think the drama is over,
Yet the act goes on without the audience.
Having tread the boards for many years in younger days (and occasionally, still) I have an abiding love for the theatre. This poem touches a powerful chord in my heart. Your tragedienne is beautifully drawn as is the melodrama of her life, written with great originality and to great effect. Another fine poem from your masterful pen. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
Life can be difficult. A very poignant story. You say little to say much. Excellent work, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
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4/23/2024 10:31:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A lovely piece; it's a shame that life is continually filled with such unnecessary tragedy; thanks for the reminder. -Joe