Sits Like Garbo

She Sits

like Garbo


atop the highest hill

on a remote island

of self and being

where she can observe the actors

as she has done all her life of days

in her cinema

solitary and distant as a coming storm

she knows all their lines

these actors

stage left

stage right

Still she sits and sighs

because nothing has changed since she had her last honest smile

actors are still actors

liars are still liars

all the world is a stage

with a songbird in a gilded cage

a trap of ephemeral desires

when the show is over

the bows and encores curtained down

the lights are dimmed

not a soul around

for the woman who sits like Garbo


Author: valo

I am a poet, writer and activist with a special interest in human rights for children and women as well as the elimination of poverty worldwide. If you read this today, feed someone locally for me will you? Drop off a non perishable food item at the food bank nearest you and consider yourself hugged. Thank you!

14 thoughts on “Sits Like Garbo”

  1. I totally understand this and have experience its dangers.

    Sometimes it is far too easy
    Far too tempting to become
    Numb to the pain of truth and life
    And so we wear a smile of pity
    Piosly asserting our seperiority
    Thinking ourselves enlightened
    When we should be fighting
    To continue to feel
    To connect
    To love.

    1. I agree with what you are saying Brandon and of course this is the struggle if life has dealt you a crap hand you don’t trust easily. I’ve been a Garbo since I was a little girl and I always felt isolated but I’m good with it now. I feel some of us can do good without being vulnerable. 🙂

  2. btw, not that the one who rejoice in spirit will never be sad….very easy to be sad when we look at the human condition, i must say that…and can lead to a restlessness, despite the calm outside,


    1. Perfectly stated Devika. restlessness with a calm outside. You are a very emotionally astute person. 🙂

  3. I perfectly understand her too….though i have countless friends, to make friends one has to reach out – and the only happiness in life, as i know comes when we can bring a smile on other, when a life serves another life in someway or other — if the egotists can’t smile it is their problem,

    The one’s who rejoice within will always smile….but agree sometimes it can be Budhha’s mocking smile — very relevant poem, Val 🙂


    1. Thank you Devika 🙂 Yes, I like that, what you said: The only happiness, as I know comes when we can bring a smile on other. This is the basic truth of life and where all energy should be focused. Buddha’s mocking smile appears on my face a lot lately and it makes me sad. 😦

  4. Yes, beautifully captured. One wonders what she was thinking. Maybe she wasn’t lonely, just fed up with celebrity hype. We could use a few more like her now!!

    1. She didn’t trust anyone stafford, hence her remoteness. Garbo is someone I completely understand. 🙂 Happy? Happiness is a hard nut to crack not only for Garbo but for all the Garbo like people as well. Maybe happiness is a myth, at least I think so.

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