Fame (Silence and Life)

When you’ve been marked

and filed away

and blades of grass replace legions

of euphoric fans,

the only unfettered applause left

will be the rustling of trees above.

.

But you will not hear it

as you lie at arm’s length,

forever

next to a stranger,

more accustomed to soil

than stars.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

i hope that day for me comes soon. the rock and roll lifestyle was a short fitful phase in my life, i dont regret it, but im glad it is over. now the soil, the trees and the sky are all i need. and i also take a lot confort in talking strangers. it's often easier than talking to people who know what i've been through.

[Relic]

Thanks for the comment, Ern. I'm also away from the rock n roll lifestyle.

[NotUsinganymore]

Very interesting poem about being famous. All famous people leave a mark in the world.

[Relic]

Thank you, Jung.

[Pryde Foltz]

So nyce. Loved your chosen images. There is both a told-you-so tone to this but also a very peaceful air. A-one penning, Relic:)

[Relic]

Thank you.

[Einstein Noodle]

poignant! well done ... straight up real .. final .. love the leaves and soil familiarity .. tons of fine stuff in this one Relic .. glad i did not miss it! this is the second in a row poem on death i have read ... now i will be doubly sure to appreciate the breaths i take today ... very emotive, fine tribute, sound wisdom on fame and fortune, surgical...each word and line necessary and builds one on the other ... thanks for sharing!
E.

[Relic]

Thanks very much, Einstein.

[Dave Brown]

I sometimes wonder if the rustling of leaves is all that really matters.

[Relic]

Like they say, dust to dust. Thanks for the review, Dave.

[R.E. Ray]

Fame... in such a creative illustration. It seems fame continues for some, too... in the fond memories and love of those left behind. Such a moving personal image that brings an even more intense mood and emotion to your words. Remarkable write, Relic.

[Relic]

I appreciate you review, R.E. Thank you.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

Oh my goodness... excellent !!.. This shell is nothing, so make the best out of life, in the end we all become dust, and the soul rises, to that great beyond ..... BRAVO !!

Jazzy

[Relic]

Thanks so much, Jazz.

[J.J. NIGHTINGALE]

You are welcome..... ♥

[Chris Shaw]

Whatever we achieve in our lifetime won't make any difference to where we end up. We are all going to die. The rich and the famous will die just the same as the poor and ordinary. Great graveyard imagery here Tim. Like the reference to being filed away. Good poem.

Chris

[Relic]

Thank you, Chris.