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Comedy and Tragedy
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Comedy and Tragedy |
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wranx Member Elite
since 2002-06-07
Posts 3689Moved from a shack to a barn 
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The theatre is dark Empty now, save for the old man Sweeping the aisles of ticket stubs And corsages The crowd has gone Filtering through the streets Like a spill seeking its own level Comedy and Tragedy, too Have hung up their masks on the marquee Where they stare empty-eyed The show has closed And still wearing their harlequin hats They’re having a drink at the bar down the block Tragedy, alone and morose at a corner table Has wearied of watching Comedy Regaling the young women with pratfalls Of watching him bouncing them on his knee And tickling their funnybones While stroking their interest His last drink finished Tragedy leaves, and weaves down the alleys Looking for a place to “sleep it off” And finding a light, he lets himself in To spend a restless night in the straw Beside a cow in Mrs. O’leary’s barn |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
A surprise ending! And a known outcome... mixed to a nice telling. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
 Ed, you are a master story teller, and really know how to twist us around with a surprise ending. I never saw that ending coming. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
Bard extraordinaire |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
Nice tale, man. I always wondered how that fire started.  Thanks, coyote |
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Pilgrimage Member Elite
since 2001-12-04
Posts 3945Texas, USA |
How well done! I was into the angst of tragedy, going off on his own and leaving the field to comedy, and then wham! and we know who got the last word in. Nan (Pilgrim variety) |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Then what be two sides of mask hanging side by side and inbetween lies the matches of the fire and O'Leary's barn is ME? grin? sigh it could happen yanno...  love this, as always y'have me think before I strike the match. |
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Goldenrose Member Elite
since 2003-05-30
Posts 3665 |
This was like being a fly on the wall...well written..thanks wranx..LOL... Goldenrose. The supreme happiness in life is the conviction that we are loved. Victor Hugo. |
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Susan Caldwell Member Rara Avis
since 2002-12-27
Posts 8348Florida |
Very well done. I love how you think. "cast me gently into the morning, for the night has been unkind" |
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Ratleader
since 2003-01-23
Posts 7026Visiting Earth on a Guest Pass |
Found a warm place, all right.... As usual, you reach deep into that pie and pull out the best plum -- what a good boy are you! ...but be sure the pit's out of it.... ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸¸¸ºº> ~~(¸¸ ¸¸ºº> ~~~(¸¸ER¸¸ºº> |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
good to read you again |
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littlewing Member Rara Avis
since 2003-03-02
Posts 9655New York |
You are so intelligent, Ed. You know, I first learned that song in grammar school. The epitome of Tragedy, indeed! *applauding you* |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
you weave beautifully Bro. Thanks for letting me see through your eyes. Maree Well I see you doing, What I try to do for me, With the words from a poet, And a voice from a choir, And a melody, nothing else matters. ~Stevie Nicks |
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