Author

Marker Starling - Author

Like a face bears a noble expression

It's not the words you love

It's the voice of the author

It's not the story spoken

But the impression furnished

In dusky theatres of old

In auditoriums dark with age

The speeches actors would unfold

The poems fluttering from the stage

Garlands of love

Daggers of hate

Waistcoats and gloves

Prop pieces of eight

Fiery hues

For burning at stake

Better pay your union dues

They'll write a part for you

Sound out the words

Shore up the rhymes

Practice the moves

Know your marks and your cue times

Plates in the floor

Rotate you through walls

Who says you can't do it all

Grab a few moments now

Curtains will become your drapes

Catching all your good mistakes

Choices to discard or keep

But don't play us cheap

Brackets will enclose your name

Fix your sights and take your aim

Through the footlit breach

You strive to reach

Giving back his own to each

I'm in the crowd

I'm in the stands

Raising my voice

Clapping my hands

Masterful work

Success is assured

I'll type my 300 words