A Player

A Player

A Poem by Joyce S. Greene
"

I sit alone on an ill-lit stage . . .

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I miss you
you've been gone a while now
but your voice still echoes
along the byways of my mind
coloring skies of September
with melancholy hues

These days I sit alone
on an ill-lit stage
waiting for a stagehand
to raise the heavy curtains
and introduce the next act
starring you and me
performing lonely soliloquies

There you sit with your back
leaning towards mine
yet just a whisper away
I hear questions asked
never answered
and answers to questions
never asked

Sometimes I reply with tears
others with well rehearsed responses
I am a player still waiting
to replay yesterday



© 2013 Joyce S. Greene



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Joyce S. Greene
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Oh I couldn't help but think that All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. Your poem rewinds but what it wants to to is rewrite. Sometimes we get stuck in that loop of the past and we always leave saturated with disappointment. I found your imagery to be really strong and wanted a different ending for you even though I knew it was not to be.

Posted 4 Years Ago


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Joyce S. Greene

4 Years Ago

Thanks, Anne, for your very thoughtful review. If only it were possible to redo a scene from our pas.. read more



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Quite sorrowful with expressive overtones of loneliness and emptiness, a now unoccupied space due to someone very dear no longer being around anymore who made up a once original, wonderful, entertaining duo !

Soulfully penned with somber panache !


Posted 4 Years Ago


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Joyce S. Greene

4 Years Ago

What a lovely review, Tom. Your last line has me smiling broadly - "with panache," you might say.
So very emotive, Joyce. Not sure for whom you have written this, but the imagery is stunning and the metaphor so appropos.
"I hear questions asked
never answered
and answers to questions
never asked"
Those are the questions and answers that haunt us when we allow our minds to roam. May the stagehand raise the curtains and may you be able to take a bow. This is wonderful poetry, Joyce. Lydi**

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Joyce S. Greene

4 Years Ago

Just my muse, musing, Lydi. I very much appreciate your very thoughtful and positive review. It me.. read more
The ghosts of love are many times painful until you union with the one who you know will be with you in happiness of this remaining life. I remember dwelling on past loves when I was alone. I almost found it to be an ailing obsession that I needed to get past, but this was the extreme.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Joyce S. Greene

4 Years Ago

Thank you for letting me know your thoughts after reading my poem, Michael.
yesterday has come and gone leaving memories of another song another time
no reason nor no rhyme just memories of another time

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Joyce S. Greene

4 Years Ago

Thanks, Ron, for leaving your thoughts behind. They mean a lot to me.
On view for everyone to see but the one you wish would attend the most. A fantastic emotion filled write.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Joyce S. Greene

4 Years Ago

Thanks, Pryde. I appreciate your very encouraging review a lot.
Ms Joyce... I sense and felt so much sadness and pain on this piece. It sort of reminds of William Shakespeare's poem " All the world a stage " .
There is also a tone of indifference in this piece which has placed a lot of strain in the relationship.
Each playing and performing a part of silent treatment and rehearsed response. Merely talking but heart
not connecting .
The last two lines " I am a player still waiting to replay yesterday ". This mystify me, Is the subject holding grudges, keeping score or just simply tired and weary of going through the same scene over and over again in her sad and not so working well marriage or relationship.
This piece Ms Joyce is very deep and thought provoking as well . You switch your writing style here. Impressively done .

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Joyce S. Greene

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Neil, for your in-depth review. I think you got the main point of my poem when you menti.. read more
A tremendous sense of vacuum you portrayed. A sensitive write. Powerful :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


Joyce S. Greene

4 Years Ago

Thank you, Anand. I appreciate your encouraging review very much.
Oh I couldn't help but think that All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players. Your poem rewinds but what it wants to to is rewrite. Sometimes we get stuck in that loop of the past and we always leave saturated with disappointment. I found your imagery to be really strong and wanted a different ending for you even though I knew it was not to be.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Joyce S. Greene

4 Years Ago

Thanks, Anne, for your very thoughtful review. If only it were possible to redo a scene from our pas.. read more

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