The stage 

Poem:The stage 

You kissed me

What a surprise

Well it is to me, a mystery

Some say

They can see how we are, the chemistry

Compatibility and on the same page

The Art comes alive when we step on to the stage

 

 Review: The stage

 The Poet’s been kissed (again)

I’m getting a bit of the ’de ja vu here!

I’m about to write yet another piece on the act of kissing.

What’s going on?

What are you up to poet?

The poet must be very kissable or is happy to visualise being kissed and is allowing their imagination to take them exactly to where they want to be! Artistic licence and all that, I get it.

The poet doesn’t seem to ‘get it’ however, when it comes to understanding why it has happened. He or she is puzzled. I’ll tell you poet! It’s called ‘love’ that feeling of fondness.

Others close by notice the sense of ease and connection between the two when together. They get each other. I bet tongues have wagged and eyebrows have raised perhaps?

I get it again and it’s then revealed. The two people are creative. They must be artists and or performers. They work well with what they’ve” created and it shows. How cool is that? Bit like ‘Sonny and Cher” “Two Ronnies” “Lennon and McCartney”

But in one way or another as Shakespeare says,

“All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players.”

 Everyone must be a someone, a somebody’s someone or a something or other with each day that passes.

 I agree with Shakespeare, yes, but I get the impression that these two people are not just players but instigators on life’s stage. I’m curious to know more. I’m still not sure about the kiss though. As the poet says it’s a mystey; not meant to be explained or understood. A cool little poem about love, performance and creativity

The poet has left me, the reader, wanting more. Bravo.