The Diva

Diva

 

 

Effervescent phrases fill the air, while
jovial remarks languish at the edge of pretense,
and the din, the rising vortex of mirthful cacophony,
ebbs to a trickle of full-hearted speechless sighs,
as she, queen of all glamour
enters in a halo of snapping flashes.

A pregnant silence ensues,
as all in awe of beauty’s presence, subsides the rumble,
and her beguiling form does take the room by storm,
a value far exceeding reason,
a fame, an enamored soul in angel realms,
here, manifest in mortal pretension.

Then, as if to know the pause relent,
camera’s, like bustling shoppers attack
from right and left,
and she, in overdrive pouts and prances,
striking poses for every vantage,
and the crowd gathers, with ohs and ahs, eyes a twinkle.

And who can tell in adoration’s frenzy,
what this fracas is, souls all lost their minds,
for an image, a delusion of profound kind,
no more important than a glimmered star,
a unreal being of invention,
a cardboard cut-out, a human painting marred.

The Diva struts and frolics in this meadow of human blossoms,
bending together in the gentle breeze of mesmeric vow,
and she knows all too well this lie is fleeting,
and so she takes all it offers, and plays her given lines,
the dream since childhood,
a momentary pleasure avowed.

Tony DeLorger
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Tony DeLorger

Full time author, freelance writer, poet and blogger since 1999. Twenty one published works, past winner of 'Poet of the Year' on HubPages, 'Poem of the Year' on The Creative Exiles, writer for Allpoetry.com, Google+, tonydwtf.blogspot.com.au videos on YouTube and book sales on website thoughtsforabeautifulmind.com, Amazon and digitalprintaustralia.com.au/bookstore

6 thoughts on “The Diva

  • April 29, 2016 at 3:52 PM
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    I love the words ” a pregnant silence” many a Diva have come and gone. Sucked in to the limelight of a glamour career, yet full of pitfalls along the way. Through it all, I am thankful as a man for seeing them walk the hall of fame and for some, shame? Their beauty captivating their audiences, fans, followers and stalkers. Blossomed beauty from the beginning, tarnished and lost beauty draws nearer and nearer as years peel back and leave her looking at the wrinkles and sags now present as her curtain goes down and her mirrored beauty cracks. Tis a shame, but I am so pleased to have seen so much beauty before me in my years, there is nothing better than “The Scent of a Beautiful Woman” Uwah.

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  • April 30, 2016 at 12:27 AM
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    I agree my friend, tragedy follow so many, but beauty even memory, lasts forever. Glad you appreciated it Vincent. Take care

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  • April 30, 2016 at 3:57 AM
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    Timeless beauty entrapped in the hearts of so many for all time. She must have known it was all so fleeting, flickering like a “candle in the wind”. Nostalgic and beautiful poem.

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  • April 30, 2016 at 10:14 PM
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    They will always play their magic won’t they? To lure the men and make the women want to be just like them! To seek the spotlight and live and die for it.

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  • May 1, 2016 at 2:08 AM
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    Thanks Jackie, yes, many a diva has had tragic deaths and circumstances surrounding life. It makes you think. Take care.

    PS Re spacing when you post. I set up my poems as I want then in word. I then hit the paste text symbol on the new past page and then hit the clear formatting symbol next to it; then paste the poem and it comes out in perfect format. when you update the work is looks like everything else,,, so that’s my solution. Hope that helps.

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