The Curtain Is Calling

[Pendragon]

The Curtain Is Calling

Lost in the tortuous mazes of everyday life,
The endless clamor of words left unsaid—
Wondering why there is such deafening strife,
Trying hard to earn just my daily bread…
So many questions that seem outrageously twisted,
“How do I get out of here?” “Where do I fit in?”
Promises made and then cruelly resisted—
How vain are the efforts of men…
I search for hope in the dark mists of time,
Beckoning voices that tell me varnished truth—
Watching the storm clouds for some unknown sign,
Wasted are the days of my youth…
Can I find my way though the dry barren places…
Can I seek for comfort in a sea of blurry faces…

Pendragon
© Sunday, September 20, 2009

[stephofthenight]

Pen, you are frustratingly brilliant! :) But I enjoyed this poem as much as every other one of yours. I still do not believe you have wrote a bad/average poem in your life. Thanks for sharing this one,
steph

[dibyendra]

I search for hope in the dark mists of time,



Watching the storm clouds for some unknown sign,



Can I seek for comfort in a sea of blurry faces…


Pen, it's imageries are quite unusual and sentimental! I can only imagine the situation that you are going through nowadays. Please take care and don't feel so disheartened.

[DanielBenoit]

Here, you clearly have a mastery of your form and subject.

I especially liked:



Wondering why there is such deafening strife,
Trying hard to earn just my daily bread…




So many questions that seem outrageously twisted,
“How do I get out of here?” “Where do I fit in?”
Promises made and then cruelly resisted—


Throughout this poem, much of the self-questioning and pondering, as well as the rhyme scheme, reminded my much of "Pruflock".

Most of all, I love the anti-climax, which leaves the reader on an incomplete note, which not even the rhyme scheme can help (this is a compliment by the way).



Can I find my way though the dry barren places…
Can I seek for comfort in a sea of blurry faces…


Maybe it's just because I just read "Pruflock", but this poem possesses the same kind of controled sublty, which isn't overly-sentimental or whiny, and is brilliantly honest and morose.

My heart and best wishes goes out to you :)

[Pendragon]

Thanks Steph, Dibby, Dan, melancholy seems to be the focus of my late poetry. I love messing with the sonnet form and rhyme. Maybe brighter days are ahead. I certainly hope so...