THEATRE ON THE WINDOW LEDGE

A Prose Poem

  Theatre, somehow survived on the window ledge, while

          madam felt utterly wrecked, pigeons ambled along

 rooftops without a care, young man dragged on a roll up

while staring at a pile of wet towels on a chair, as elderly

                  man remained unable to conceal his anxieties,

            perpetually on edge. All this began with, 2 apples,

        1 fig, 3 pears, a bookmark from downstairs, cups of

             plastic and polystyrene, half or two thirds empty,

                   cold instant coffee, filtered water, a pen from

               Barclays, Bank, by the orchids in a crystal vase,

        by the green rizzler papers, by the frustrated gaps in

  between  all the items mentioned, by the patient's health

   priorities, agonized thoughts and good deeds, mediocre

  efforts above the radiator; drawn on, eyes, nose and lips,

 detailing as much as one can; chin, ears, eyebrows, fringe

  and so on, until one creates a cup-faced madam, a young

         and elderly man, pear-heads are quite heavy, though

     punching holes through their eyes, to make them blind,

          nostrils to breath, mouths to talk, to moan, to make

    humoured drones, to scream, to come alive, to falter on

      a brief resume of adlibs on vaguely remembered lines.

 Theatre, however, kind of  survived on the window ledge.

Author's Note

Reviews would be welcome.

Reviews

[Pax]

oh, i really like the format, descriptive as always my friend, it's like a massive beat when i read it, and i read it again to catch a glimpse of what's behind the metaphors as the story unfolds... its like i am reading a profound tale. Very creatively done my friend...

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you so much Pax, much appreciated.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A very intriguing piece told as an observation of detail. Looking through life's window at the mundane and feeling life just meandering past.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you very much John!

[L.Edward]

Rain of thought falls heavily here. Sublime cascade.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Nice to hear from you Lee, thank you for your comments.

[L.Edward]

My pleasure. Many blessings.

[Tai Ryens]

I view this as a long, drawn-out list of imperfections that exist following a catchy rhythm, which cements the perspective I view of the topic you chose to speak of. All the imperfections are used as metaphors for theatre pieces and various other media forms and how they whittle away at the original piece in order to further 'improve' it in their own eyes and to bring down expenses; hence the imperfections. I adored this, well done, keep it up.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Such a great and detailed review from you, which I much appreciate, thank you so very much Tai!

[Jack...]

Well this one definitely had my mind bouncing...so many thoughts appeared and jostled for my attention. Very creative and nicely done.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thank you so very much Jack!

[Bobbie Coelho]

You have written a very descriptive poem. I think it's very good

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hi, thanks Bobbie for this kind review!

[Great Aunt Astri]

WELL!!!!! This read with an amazing beat and flow ... like the beat of a drum, like the babble of a stream, like the choo'choo of a steam train, like the sound of the heart, and even a bit like reggae. I would love you to write and tell me if this type of poem has a name? I just loved it and will have to read it again.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hello, Great Aunt Astri, thanks indeed for your most interesting elaborations, I think that I started out with the idea of 'delicate deceptions' , which developed in to this small piece and I have been writing and uploading from my mobile phone so the punctuation has just been improved in some places. Nice to hear from you again this week, cheers.

[Sami Khalil]

I like how you openned up the window of events ( old perhaps ) to this theatre that survived on the window ledge. A unique subject and done wonferfully...:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Hello, dear Sami, thanks for this great review, much appreciated, I wish you a great weekend!

[Sami Khalil]

You too...Most welcome...:)