Ode To Kitsch

The theatre bears witness to my lonely fears,
Soulless and empty though it's been for years,
Save the silence of walls - my deaf ears do 'vade,
Then final notes thou 'part.

And spare thus night to Romantics' Despair,
To timeless legacies here rest ensnared!
And I'll forget of seas of stale conformity,
Where hedonists of day rejoice...

They swim in their cradles of apocalyptic dreams!
Lulled by electronics and repeating screams!
Swindled by numbers, by impressions unsound...
Where'd go symphonies we'd gathered around?

O' theatre bear witness to my infant fears!
So warnings regress to ramblings vain,
Whence sonatas sink and words decohere;
In moonlight I've spread history's remains...

Reviews

[T.S. Ulmus]

I love your word choice and this one, it's great to see someone using those words that's so often gathered dust and wither from disuse. You crafted beautiful imagery with metaphor and verbiage galore.