The silence

I swear I don't write just depressing things. Here's another one I need for my portfolio.

He wasn’t sure

how much time had passed.

Two,

maybe three hours.

The soles of his feet ached,

his lips sealed from lack of moisture.

His black and white

striped shirt clung to his body,

his face the same

solid white it had been

since this morning,

decorated with the

same combination

of black symbols

and red lip stick.

The echoes of applause rang in his ears.

The ground shook from laughter,

but all he could see were

the empty stands

staring at him with

awe and expectation.

The crowd never seemed so pleased.

The others ignored the after thoughts.

Their images of

hard whips

and crimson red corridors

were always there

but ignored

like an exiled clown or

a broken acrobat.

He knew he had to find them soon.

Change his clothes,

take off his make up,

lie in bed for another sleepless night.

But for the moment,

he stood still.

The arena rested in silence,

and the whole world listened

as he whisper

everything he hated

about being a mime.

Reviews

[Baban.A.A]

well as the other pieces I read I kind of acquainted myself with your style, very simple and vivid, but pretty meaningful. you express the things that are around us but in a way far diffrent in order not to memic and imitate which is why this piece is special, really you have a good sense of picking up good topics, well done and best luck.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the way you led the reader to the surprise ending. The good description create a vision of someone desiring to be in a different place. I like the ending. People do listen when the mime begin to speak. Thank you for the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[ARuth]

great piece! this is good. keep it up! :)