After the Opera
I once told you that no great opera had a happy ending
and our affair was predestined for the stage.
And years after the curtain fell on our drama,
the cymbals clash and the gong echoes away—
I doubt you’d recognize me, gray bearded, nose drooping,
rotund as the baritone, writing navel gazing free verse crap.
Did you ever finish that novel or return to your husband?
You don’t follow my blog so I don’t expect an answer.
We didn’t have the grace to die young,
like proper heroes, so what do we do now?
(For Sammi Cox’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Opera.)
Touché…. Only it’s a he and not a she in my case. Heartbreakingly realistic Bartholomew! (Never know with you what’s Creative Nonfiction or what’s fiction!) 😉
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All my poems are equally true.
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Wonderful poem, love the end, we didn’t have to grace to die young… I love the ride it took me on. 💖🤗
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So glad you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading!
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Love the pathos in this one, Bart. It made me feel quite sad for all those long lost things. How things appear in reflection. Nicely done!
Mary
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Thank you, Mary. If I’ve made you sad, I’ve done my job.
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Yes!!
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That’s a great story! Not all great love ends well.
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Thanks! I would suggest no love story ends well.
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Hahaha so love less and it may end better
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Nah, embrace the tragedy inherent in romance.
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That’s better, didn’t think of that at all.
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Oh, this is good. Loved every line of this opera. Great take on the prompt, Bartholomew.
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Thank you so much, Britta!
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“We didn’t have the grace to die young,
like proper heroes, so what do we do now?”
My lord – yes indeedy-doodly do.
Reminds me of ‘Jack & Diane’ by John Cougar Mellencamp…
“Life goes on, long after the thrill of living is gone”
Jenny Joseph has an answer to the question ‘What do we do now?….. https://www.scottishpoetrylibrary.org.uk/poem/warning/
Or, on the other hand there’s ….”Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?”
You’ve set me off thinking, again, Bart. Round and round I go….
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Remember when being 64 seemed really old?
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I remember when being 20 seemed really old!
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Lovely and poignant
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Thanks, JM.
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