March 30, 2015: Theater

~by Paula Veloso Babadi

Shakespeare once philosophized “All the world’s a stage; and all the men and women merely players….” (As You Like It). When I was a college sophomore returning home to Navy Point, Warrington, the truth in Shakespeare’s words shook me as I realized I had been seeing life through the rose-colored glasses handed me by my parents. Players around me viewed the world through their glasses, their stages, their scripts. I found great comfort in the beauty nature reveals every day on the stage of creation, a pure truth – an honest play. Sunset Boulevard presents picturesque ancient oaks arching to touch each other over the road just before crossing a narrow two-lane 1940’s bridge traversing the water and the entrance to my old neighborhood. It was a once peaceful scene now cluttered with boaters who flock to this haven since city players installed a pubic ramp. But, early in the morning, before it all begins, you can stand at the peak of the bridge and watch the mist rise from either side, revealing curved, tree-lined shores and the occasional plop of fish yet uncaught – an honest scene.

Forty years later I still find awe in the misty mornings over the Navy Point Bridge. My journey is no longer fraught with concern over whether or not people are playing their scripted masquerades. I can only play on the stage before me and seek the simplicity and clarity of the present moment, the truth of nature’s set. Writing poetry helps me find truth on the world’s stage.

Theater

Act I

Morning mists lift gently

over mirrored waters

giving curtain rise to pink, green, glassy stage sets

silent songs

and crisp refreshment.

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Act II

Morning mists lift gently

over mirrored waters

soon reflecting only players

in their endless masquerade.

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Act III

Morning mists lift gently

over mirrored waters

giving curtain rise to pink, green, glassy stage sets

honest script

in this world’s play.

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Paula Veloso Babadi has worked in the health care industry for over thirty five years, but her true passion is poetry. She is a member of the St. John’s Chapter of the national Catholic Writers Guild and a regular contributor to the St. Joseph’sReflections Newspaper. Growing up in England and Pensacola with her Filipino and British parents and marrying into her Iranian family, she now lives in Jacksonville, Florida with her husband, daughter and nearby three grown sons and grandchildren.

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