Glitter
January 27, 2013 § 3 Comments
The high lights that drive past
With shallow fame,
As the high rollers
And stretch limousines
Light your fading smile.
It’s been a while since you first stepped
In front of the cameras
In front of the lights,
Now you find the carpet
Is not quite as red
And the flashes
Are too bright for anyone’s eyes.
When the thread is pulled
To dissemble
What you thought was reality
Accumulates
when you find your trophy
Isn’t gold,
As glitter coats your hands.
Love the last line, a powerful image – I can see the glitter on the hands. I also like the bit about pulling the thread…great poem.
illusions…a glitter coats your hands. simple and short. thumbs up
Loved the last line that is AWESOME!