Sunday, May 13, 2007

Glamour

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Screaming, squalling,
Breathless abandon
Pounding, hurtling,
Jumping, crying,

People thronging,
Feeling, dying
Rolling in the dust
In sickly pallor

Breathing for a glimpse
A minute
From the squalor
To touch the hem
Of the skirts of glamour

A sequined façade
A painted mask
To hide the truth
Behind the cast

The work, the hours
The tattered lives
The broken homes
The cold franchise

The sleepless nights
The failed records
The pain the hurt
The desertion and grime

Hidden behind a cloak of smiles
Dentist’s teeth and golden lies
A mask so fine, intricate and real
Specially designed for the public ear

Crafted in platinum,
Tailored in silk
Blue gauze and flowers
Lily scent and mink

Stitched to perfection
With careful delicate hands
Striving to keep the impression
To hold still those adoring eyes…

9 comments:

paisley said...

you ahve a very understanding viewpoint of the desire for and the outcome of fame.. i do not envy those who have achieved it in any way... in many ways it seems as if they have had to sell their lives,, if not their souls... very sad...

very insightful for such a young lady...

STP said...

I agree with Paisley. I also was taken by the flow and pacing of your poem. Very well done.

Sara said...

Very much reminds me of Hollywood and paparazzi and their desperation to take, take, take. The stars get millions but what is the real cost?

Very thought provoking poem. Thanks for being part of the NPM project.

Geraldine said...

This was thought-provoking, glad I stopped in.

www.mypoeticpath.wordpress.com

Maya said...

Hi stp and Geraldine, Thank you for stopping by!! I'm so glad you liked what you read, do come again!

The Phantom said...
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The Phantom said...

I read this as part of the NPM project on PWB where it indicated you are looking for criticism of any kind. After reading this, I can honesty say none is necessary. This is a fantastic poem. One thing that particularly works is the choice of words and the way they are arranged to generate a rushing sensation that almost urges you to read the poem faster and faster. It helps to drive home the feelings you are describing and how they tend to overtake those caught up in that lifestyle.

(Repost to correct my previous horendous spelling and grammer.)

qualcosa di bello said...

you have effectively stripped glamour to the core of its cost...very insightful!

Maya said...

Hey Qualcosa di bello, glad you liked it! Do visit again!

 
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