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Silence
by Sam Hackel-Butt (Age: 19)
copyright 03-12-2006


Age Rating: 4 to 127

 
Silence

Silence
Like braided hair and painted nails
Sobbing
Into shaky hands as
The universe freezes.
Time ceases to exist
In this crowded room
Single flame dances from hand to hand
Glinting off ruby lips
And
Teary eyes.
Hummed tunes echo
Forgotten harmonies fade
Recited lines are lost
As the night closes.
Love dies.
Friends move on.
All that remains
Is
Silence
Like braided hair and painted nails.
Huddled together
Trying to drink in the comfort the flame brings
As the night comes to an end.
The clock begins to tick-tock-tick
Universe coming to life
As drained thespians
Seek comfort from their own beds
With their own flames.
The candle
Dies.
Whispered voices
Sing the last desperate chords
As the curtain closes
And the light are shut.
Silence.
Like braided hair and painted nails.


***
A bit of background information. I'm in the school play, and have been for the past 5 years of my wonderful life. I've created a bond with the stage, the piano, the lighting, and the actors that have danced their way into my life, and acted their way out. At the end of every show, there's a cast party where we have our Pass The Candle. Each person get's a chance to hold the candle and say something about play. This poem is based on that, but for the play about to end in 15 days.




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05-07-2006 Leigh G.    

Thank you for entering my contest Darkness & Fear! You win 3rd place! (Mary ran away with the win.) :) I'll be starting two new contest, so please look into them!


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04-29-2006 Mary -BrytEyz- Ball    

They always say that the end is simply the beginning of something new, and I have to agree with that statement, especially when it comes to theater (harder it is to accept this analogy with a lost loved one though). And something so special, that you've worked so hard on, doesn't ever die or doesnt' really ever end... if you let it live on within you, in your heart, in your mind, in your memories... and especially so if you let it become PART of you! What do you think?

Very good... thank you for sharing it.

BrytEyz
of the Commenting Crusaders



04-14-2006 David Pekrul    

I think this poem says it all, with all the emotions and feelings on the special day, at the end of the play.
I know the feeling somewhat, as I was involved with the Alberta High School of Fine Arts for ten years doing front-of-house work with their stage group called "Main Stage". It is so hard to describe the feelings when the curtain falls on the final day of production. You have expressed them as well as can be done.


03-19-2006 Eric Carrillo    

Endings are always hard, but they can be easier if we look forward to the next project. In truth, there really isn't an end, one act end and the next one begins.


03-15-2006 Richard Reed Jr    

Wow! Amazingly haunting piece This is like Edgar Allen Poe. The haunting refrain in my opinion is:

All that remains
Is
Silence

I think it would be more haunting if you repeated it when you closed.

Like:
The theater is dark
All that remains
Is
Silence.
Anyway, super piece!

Rich


03-12-2006 Leigh G.    

She is alive! She submits two tings in one month! It must be a new year! ;)
This is a very dark piece. It's rather fitting to the less than happy visions I've been having recently. Silence is the deepest and darkness part of our worlds. There is no such thing as utter silence, that is possible of being achieved in this world. There is always some haunting dying sound echoing in the deepest darkness of a cold and rainy night. Good work as always. You don't totally need punctuation, but I do like how you made this in normal poetry form. Prose is good, but can get a bit on the drawn out side.

May the divine silence of the darkness be with you,
Leigh


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