Photo by Bert Stern, shared by Tess Kincaid
player
it's all
laughter and fun,
an upward twist of
tinseltown mouths,
smiling words,
lines drawn for
anyone coy enough
to pretend to
be someone else...
is pretense an excuse
for love?
can WE pretend?
can we pretend
before you vanish
into a night of
early morn?
Poem © 2011 R. Burnett Baker
Well done- bravo!
ReplyDeleteThis is a jolting piece of writing...is pretense an excuse for love?' love it! Pretense is the first thing that stands out to me in this picture. Have we all been there perhaps?
ReplyDeleteVery nicely captured.
ReplyDeleteWow.....it's all about the 'pretend' today........
ReplyDeleteMost excellent!
To pretend is to know oneself...
ReplyDeleteDon't we all get lost in some form of pretend? Some it just turns out tragic...great poem!
ReplyDeleteVanishing ! definitely- thanks.
ReplyDeleterick - nice writing as you draw the essence of the dance that went on around who marilyn was and the effects of her wasness. steven
ReplyDeletemagical verse!
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine she ever experienced the love she sought ... you captured that pretense well.
ReplyDeleteoh you captured her well here! "is pretense an excuse
ReplyDeletefor love?" - nice to see this on magpie tales!
Nice one, Rick. To me, pictures of Monroe always seem somehow poignant in view of what we know now about her life.
ReplyDeleteNicely done.
ReplyDeletetinsel town is nothing but pretending
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