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Ideas once skipped like river stones on the swirling rush of our talk over casual beers and careless pot; the snapping hiss of a mufti snake set free by the music our bodies make bucking, dancing at break-neck speed one was the rider, the other steed— all of this and ourselves now lost to an ancient riddle at a terrible cost... Razor-clean visions of right and wrong drift off on the wisp of a children’s song that we no longer sing and won’t hum along (lyrics’s too simple, music’s all wrong) faking our smiles through silks and gold chains faces now scarred, now pitted and stained haunted by suns, by cool, cleansing rains of long-ago summers and fading refrains.
Rick Davis is a seasoned playwright recently exploring the world of poetry. With six full-length plays, 13 children’s musicals, and 23 one-acts to his name, Davis’s work has been widely performed and awarded, with productions spanning from NYC and LA to theaters across the U.S. and Europe. Ten of his plays have been published, marking a successful career in theater, while this venture into poetry represents an exciting new chapter.
I, too, like the lines quoted in the other comment. This is a venture well entered; you are poetic.
“haunted by suns, by cool, cleansing rains
of long-ago summers and fading refrains.”
Love those two lines! Thanks for sharing!