Tuesday, June 11, 2013

534 : Parole






Parole


Enclosed and confined by the walls,
Some of my own making,
I struggle in the bleak landscape

Of acting, 
Some say faking.

Being there.

But my needs lie elsewhere:
To escape the artificial night
And, with a sense of relief, it falls
And I step into the light.
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© J Cosmo Newbery 2013
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15 comments:

  1. Am struck by the line "I struggle in the bleak landscape", and my heart lifts at "I step into the light."

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  2. the bleak landscape of acting, faking...it can be if that is all life is...and good to finally find that light and step out of the artificial...

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  3. artificial night, something there strikes deep

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  4. a befitting title to this wonderful piece.

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  5. I feel like this is about life itself... a pity we are trapped, but as long as we nourish a hope...

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  6. I can relate to this! Great writing J.

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  7. I like that stepping into the light ~ I hardly recognized you wrote it in a form, kudos to you ~

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  8. J Cosmo, I like that there is a hopeful ending to this. Nicely penned.

    Pamela

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  9. I feel this...the struggle, the faking, the needs....and the longing to feel the relief of the light. beautiful.

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  10. Some heavy stuff here. Much to ponder. Nice one!

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  11. Nice one indeed - so glad you paroled yourself!
    Anna :o]

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  12. So lovely! And so true - we are often the architects of our own prisons...

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  13. "Parole" is a pretty dodgy word at present. Some who don't deserve it, get it!

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