Dynamic Stage (a poem)

[r11]

DYNAMIC STAGE

Joy or grief is merely a game resulted play
as the time changes night into day.

It is changeable!

Sometimes its brightest light
blinding eyes to see where to stand right.
It hinders one opening his good sight.

The actor exclaimed, “Extravaganza! Let myself dissolve into the light sparkling pleasure. It’s my daylight.”

Suddenly there comes the night!
Darkening earth is stretching its thick wing.
Now all things ── gloomy face looking.

“Sorrow! The darkest sky’s falling upon now. It’s my horrible night”, he complained of fear.

The play must be shown
Here it is the place!
The actor writhes in his special costume
to act, speak out of all words he owns
for the dynamic stage ──
joyous or tasteless manuscript needs to perform.

[Buh4Bee]

This is very strange. It's like trying to read a poem on a subway wall as the train is leaving the station or a bus blinding you with it's lights at night. It's overwhelming to the senses with all the explanation marks- although the ideas are interesting. I think it has a nice clarity to it. There is no mystery behind the poet's ideas. But I still find it highly unusual and can't quite tell you what I make of it.

[r11]

Thank you very much for your appreciation...

Frankly speaking, in this poem I try to represent my personal experiences in the past. I ever felt something very sad. It affected myself so deeply; I was blinded by this sadness. The sadness covered my mind, too.

In the other time, something was very shiny when I got promotion from my boss. I was very excited. Happiness soon came to me impressively, and it made me throw every torture of sadness away. I was in euphoria.

But today I realize and ask to myself for the reasonable answers why these contradictory experiences have succeeded to blind my insight. I got a logical answer. I have involved myself in game of life; the world, with its happy or sad things given to me, seems like a dynamic stage. On this dynamic stage, something forces me to perform appropriate acts to respond.

This poem may seem very strange.. I know that.. Because it tries to represent my strange personal experiences. But, I hope that it will give something good for the readers.