Wild as wild
Little to eat – other than something unrecognisable. Don’t think I’ll bother! Yes, asked for a bhuna curry; odd, usually prefer hotter. Must have been in a mood – not like me at all, at all! Ha! Perhaps time for a drink to kick start my chew-chew-let’s-get-going! A rare occurence, don’t you know. Do you? Become a stranger to Self. Analytical inspiration would be welcome – free, of course. Am now as poor as a church mouse, which is why I’m wondering if there’s any cheese lying around.
Helloooo?
Anybody! Answer on the way? Seems the auditorium’s empty, the gods are void of empathy. Once upon a time, my role was one of supreme style, hair past my shoulder; lips full0. No need for makeup, I went bare.
Clothed.
I remember when Jimmy Jake begged my agent to let me play a small part in his latest play – was bound to reach London after a few runs in the suburbs, locals queuing for sight of me. Wanted, acclaimed, favourite of the rich first night goers as was. Ha, sometimes tho’ not intended, I missed a first night.. Guess that’s why I ended up rubbish in a dirty bin: invisible. Not even offered a half hour slot of ‘Hoo called that Bird a Howl.’ Puerile rubbish it was too.
Not joking.
My three rooms are far smaller than the six bedroom house in Where-Woz-IT-on Sea. Don’t mind: saves on the cost of maid, cleaner, chef, gardener, chaffeur. Only have what serves me right nowadays.
Think it’s time for a sip – fun time! Might even have two. Mind you, have a drumming headache, maybe best to find some pain killers first. One or three should do the trick. ………… ………… ………… ……….. ………… ………… ………… ………… …………
Damn it to heaven or hell better – warmer in the latter. Cue laughter. Tell the precious I plan this. Reads like a scene out of one of those dreadful soaps. Was offered a part in one of them, would have been for six or so months. Turned it down at once. Jaina Gray played it instead. Did quite well if I remember, married to a director now, live somewhere near Hollywood. Told it’s a very crowded and over-rated place – not my cup o’ tea.
Cha cha chai.. .. ..
My headlines were pretty impressive, don’t you think? Fancy Si and Jeremy turning up, as for Julianna-Theresa and her latest detestably dishy beau! But would you believe it, their photo was smaller than mine. As for the eulogy .. ha! let’s call it a script!
Silence
The view from the gods is beautiful, can see far more than a myriad of stars. Need learn my part, see what clothes were packed for me – certainly not my mink, went years ago after a two years without any work except behind a bar. My agent had run off with his assistant – a pretty fellow who hated me. Oddly, he was one of the few people who bothered to phone every so often. Never been able to understand people. Or perhaps it was the other way. That’s how it goes in whatever life is – was. One can be dropped sans thought or reason. Can be set aside, left aside. Excuses given without heart or mind. Not considered unreasonable or unkind. Makes me more than sad until I count the stars., trying to find one small safe one to hang on to – tightly! Tighter!
Tight!
Yep, that’s me, was me. Has been for quite a while – certainly was when I grabbed that glorious statue and began my speech. Strange now I come to think of it, always wondered why it was drowned out by Copper Vuns’ song!
Wild as wild
This is interesting. At the end of the story, it kind of reads like a spirit looking at its past. Their photo is smaller than yours, and the way you described the stars and looking down.
Many thanks, Fia! I worked that with a thought of developing it more. I think your review might be the first one I’ve had on here. Have been wondereing if my writing is suitable, up to scratch, whether or not to try harder or leave. Maybe I’m not meant to write, not knowing whether I’m happier with prose or poetry, neither of which is better than the other. Maybe best for me to merely review. Am feeling low about even attempting to write. Makes me sad. Makes me low. Hope all’s well in your world, however, remember you having ups and downs in the past. Poor girl.. woman (You)
Many thanks, Fia. Not sure how this poem reads, whether or not I misplaced its core. Will leave it be for a few days then re-read it as if unknown to me. Will work or not. Be happy.
I write both on this site and it is easier to get comments on poems than writing but I read the writing. I enjoy the talent people show, and if you think no one is reading, believe me, someone is.
Either you get the thumbs up or comment. Not all of my writing gets comments.
I am reading, I’m here for you;))
Without a doubt, you’re a brilliantly kind person, a comforter and adviser in one. You deserve a medal!
Maybe I’ll work on my poetry. Trouble is I have always loved poetry, one of seven children, our house was full of books and of many, there were hundreds of poetry and prose, anthologies, etc. Sorry, taking up your time.
Perhaps will pinch some of my poems from wc? Could, yes? Re.reading and selecting might nudge any hope of birthing new ones. Please say yes!!!
You can repost poems here. That is fine 🙂
In my humble opinion, your style easily slides into any literary site. There is a taste of the esoteric, dare I say, almost eccentric to your wordscape. This reads like the diary entry of Vic & Bob’s weekend sister.
Regarding your communication with Fia above. Once we lose belief in ourselves, we just become caricatures of what we could have been (if that makes the remotest sense).
Initially, when I first joined an online writing site, ‘intended to write prose, thought of myself as a short story writer. However I found that poetry was read and reviewed far more than the former. (That or my prose was thought terrible which – let’s be honest, was more than possible!)
Your final comment is so true regarding the character in my post. Has been for me too – now and again – and again! Many thanks for leaving a review, plus, sparing the time to do so.
Your words certainly made sense.
Brilliant work. Good to see you here.
Thomas! Yet again, many thanks for leaving such a welcome review. The word ‘brilliant’ smiles me happy! You’re always very kind, sir. Is good to see you here too. 🙂