Sisyphus Job

For the world ...

sore hands scribble letters

pen captures a say

note by note rings

one tone  to  pull all the strings

done in loneliness for the outside shine

hands open and message flies

softly it lands a soul

everyone begins to play their part

a smiled stranger 

and a deprived creator 

with a split personality of a self-hater

a glorious mercy marches path of honesty

unknowns drop their masks

behind

 a face who loves spirit of theirs

enters a cycle to own a play

actors left with a true riches that are never to fade

Reviews

[Sea Light]

I feel romatic reading this poem.

[Satoshi IroTzu]

Glad to see that you feel all bubbly.

[B]

Hmmmmm
I am lost in the scene
Actors seems to strike me the most

What do you mean by this poem ?

[Satoshi IroTzu]

If I have to explain then I failed in my delivery .

[B]

Or maybe i am not as intelligent as you are

[Satoshi IroTzu]

I can only say that I do find you intelligent. Besides, you would not be able to understand my previous poems, let alone insightful comments you typed.

First part of my poem: writer
Second part : reader
Third part: they meet. Reader keeps coming back to read writer`s poems because the reader enjoys his work.

Other elements : Writer wants to enrich spirits, he tries his best.
Reader is touched. Writer does not know, he doubts himself which leads to being afraid that he is not good enough / or that his mission is incomplete.
Later reader`s act of honesty and humanity comes in play, showing the writer appreciation which keeps writer on his mission.
Cycle ( reader comes back reading writer`s poems) is formed, and actors enjoy the ride in the cycle.