The Street Performer


She is a street performer
She is a woman of all times
And all places

She is inconsequential,
Invisible, mute
A statue, a stone
With a beating heart.

She begs for alms
For mercy
For a glance
A second of your time

She is your mother
Your widow forsaken
Your lover forgotten
A woman like any other

She waits in hope
Prays that you will see
What you want to forget
As she remembers

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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11 Responses to The Street Performer

  1. john zande says:

    That just made me think of how many stories we loose.


  2. arjaybe says:

    At least there’s someone who can see her.



    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you Jim. Yes, I saw her. She rose shortly after I took the picture and I had the opportunity to tell her how moving her still performance was for me. She smiled with half closed lids encrusted with plastered make-up and thanked me. It was like reaching through time.


  3. Tu regardes, UnElephant regarde, chacun regarde.
    Mais tu vois quelque chose different.
    Tu es vraiment un génie.


    • emmylgant says:

      Ah je ne sais pas! je vois avec les yeux de mon coeur, cela ne veut pas dire que je suis un genie… Mais je suis poete. Tu es trop gentil comme toujours.


  4. PapaBear says:

    How easily do we sometimes lose sight of people in our lives. Be they relations or merely acquaintances, they deserve at least recognition as fellow humans. Great post, Emm.


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