Author's Note: I wrote this poem in response to the Truman Show. It is about what goes into producing the show and I experimented with a different format for the poem.
Lights,
Sun rises in the morning,
Sets in the evening,
The same thing every day,
Camera,
All around the set,
All around the town,
Always hidden and out of sight,
Action,
24 hours a day,
Rain or shine,
The show must go on,
I control everything,
The time of day,
The light,
Even you.
Author's Note: My second response is a poem about the freedom Truman gets after he leaves the set and the control of the producer. Again, I experimented with the number of lines in the stanzas as I usually do four but this time I have six.
Free at last,
The true light shines upon me,
As I walk out of my old life,
And into the new me.
Before I was a fake,
Just like everyone around me.
Nobody is watching me now,
I can be my own person.
Whoever or whatever,
That is what I can achieve.
I can grow on my own,
And choose my own companions.
Only a door,
Yet it changed my life.
Walking through,
There is no more pretending,
And no more lies.
