A Poem for A Mime
The french mime Jyjou* in typical mime’s positions inspired by the french Etienne Decroux’s mime technique. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
I met a mime the other day.
He looked into my soul as I prayed,
and watched me very carefully
to find out how I used to be
before my heart turned cold.
He mimicked me so perfectly
the tears he shed were mine
he knew my heart was broken
when he looked into my eyes.
A mime can tell
when nothing’s well;
and happiness flees the body
Mimes create the illusion
and can become almost anybody.
I met a mime the other day
who knew what not to say
he used his hands and facial gestures
to tell me anyway.
I ended up with a smile on my face
and got the message
loud and clear
in a universal language
I learned that I am not to fear.
My mime made sure I saw myself
in His image to rebuild my self-esteem
But what I did not know until today
the mime I met the other day
was just visiting my dream.
Melba Christie 2013
В один прекрасный день,попробовать себя мне в роли мима предложили и я себя согласил) (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
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