For Dyami - 5:15amPST/FRI/03/15/2024
For Dyami - 5:15amPST/FRI/03/15/2024
For character & my Meisner Technique notebook. This is not a poem.
Why aren’t you here
What am I supposed to do, without you
All night I dance alone, like I could
Like you could hold
The everything I’ve never known
I smile, recognized
Then cry, your so very far
I’d ask, for a hand
Just to reach you
I fear where it leads
When is our time
You won’t pull
I will reach
Yet don’t go your way -
You turn to save
The grip, an agony I won’t release
Onto every day
You never let go too long
Reaching back as I need
Because it is right
There is nothing else I would touch
Even though I’m scared
Stuck on script dialogue, I breathed stream and soaked in bubble bath reflection around 2:30am. Be My Angel (Mazzy Star) reached play, then replayed, as I went into imagination of characters dancing home in their circumstance. To get conversation, I needed authenticity which is when I roll from writing into Meisner Technique.
In a bath sheet I cried dancing, sat in pow wow, and swayed again beginning the just-plain-words of sequential emotion. Feel it first, dial it in, get it out. This moment is not to cope, but to find feeling within dilemma. No poetry, no song, just what hits heart makes workable notes.
The “what if” can be thought a self-inflicted reality I get to dismiss. Empathy is the gain. Some move on; some hold on in waiting. There is no right or wrong, though I get to learn more of myself and how much of it to script, or flip.
With the Dyami character present, I feel less alone. Love doesn’t depart even after people leave their bodies. And that is something.
What I have is an entry for my Meisner notebook. Every so often I update, see what persists.
This is the work.
Acting is fun. Right? 🙃🙂
The character I named Dyami arrived on December 25,2023 1:45PM. A photograph of someone deceased who I never met triggered the idea of “what ifs.” I was barely floating in effort to recover the health of CoCo, my dear chihuahua, who nearly passed. A local artist pal of mine transitioned from his family on December 20; I braced, and held tight to home. All three, I grieved. Thankfully, my dog is alive today.
This journal snippet alludes to…
For #9 - (Shadow of the Stars script) / unpublished episode … stay tuned.
Transcendent Incandescent.