April 30, 2012

The Story Protests!


I am; when I am told,
  from another’s point of view.
And then I'm penned
only to rest on a 'to-read' list. 
My shape and size are not my own.
 Delivered and designed I am
by one who thinks I am his to own.
I am set, evolved, and dissolved  
- in a city, barn, café, even on a star,
in bygone eras and countries afar.
Embroiled and embedded
in conflicts that I'd rather disown.
 Spun by a stanger's imagination
and colored by alien wit and biases,
I'm housed amid characters
playing me out to a climax
one that I dread, even abhor,
because that sounds my death knell.
Now it’s the resolution that follows!
And from experience I know
it’s time for me to go.
It’s a curtain call I’m made to take,
so I don’t take the bow.

2 comments:

berenice said...

this is very nice I Me My, I had to re-read a couple of times, which was a pleasure, and then i forgot to read the post title, oh! 'the' Story and its protest... "Spun by a stanger's imagination
and colored by alien wit and biases" here my wit and bias reads it and loves it even more, i love the Story and its turns

Anonymous said...

"The story goes on and leaves the writer behind, for no story is ever done." – John Steinbeck