dear old comedian

dear old comedian

A Poem by poddar kushal

Dear old comedian

They sit with the pulsing anticipation

Every time the dilapidated

Comedian takes the stage wearing a wry smile.

Rustles of the mice beneath the stage,

An electric fan fumbling in its orbit,

They are waiting to laugh at gestures,

Thinking every little utterance is joke,

Your sentence will end with a tagline,

Something to play and roll in happy humor.

 

So when you say: “I no longer can chuckle

Even at the cracked mirror!”

They claps and whispers about otherdays of laugh.

You say that you have buried

Your remains long ago, under a mild stone.

Then, all they think while grinning 

 Is that you have spent your jokes.

 

© 2008 poddar kushal


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Oops! I posted the review twice by mistake, and when I deleted it deleted both... Sorry!

Great poem! The end makes it seems like he spent his life telling jokes and in the end his life WAS the joke. It's so sad.

Keep up the great work!

Posted 13 Years Ago


As always, impressed. The ending alone, those last two lines, tells an entire story, just in those few words.

Posted 13 Years Ago


nice almost cause inspiration
comedians are so abused
and that is their great fear
to receive a cricket-bearing
sounds from the punch line

Posted 13 Years Ago


very dark and almost cold.... i really enjoyed it nice imagrey work!!!!

Posted 13 Years Ago


Death is not so funny. I liked the image of the comedian, his jokes spent, returning to the dust from which he came. I wonder what he had upon his headstone - perhaps, a joke? "I'll be back!"

Great write. An intriguing study of mortality.

-Gabe


Posted 13 Years Ago


Wise words. Laughter is the best medicine. Fine work. Many cheers.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ah, the comedian.
We laugh at every word... for it is what we expect to do.
An excellent turn of events you have portrayed here.
I quote the lovely Dawn when i say:

"When art dies, so does the artist..."

A truly enjoyable read.
Well done.

Yrs.

Azaradelle.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lovely poem, it was a wee bit sad but still lovely!

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Very goos poem and the subject is a little bit sad.. just a little ..
Nice writing ..

Chloe
xoxo

Posted 13 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

I really like this poem! I believe it to be memorable which is something I look for in a great poet. Great job!

Mary

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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poddar kushal
poddar kushal

kolkata, India, India



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life and trying to earn bread made me an advocate. mad at my own stressful self, turned to writing. poems mainly. but, there are several short stories published in my mother toungue 'bengali'.i live i.. more..

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