rolling monochromatic frames
premiere her memoirs
on a fragment
of the otherworld's silver screen
in each scene
she flickers
just a bit of static in a box
overshadowed
by the violent, the powerful, the devoted
a ghost on the reel
of an entry in eternity's version of Sundance or Cannes
in one of infinite hallways
leading away from the repeating film
canvass depictions hang
in the gallery of her life
astonished
she gasps
viewing her worldly existence
summed in a few pictures displaying
in many smudged, gray sketches
the regrets and lies
and in a sparse few
more vivid and luminous than any earthly sight
the moments of fulfillment and truth
A contest entry
- Poetry That Matters by Cupcrazy.
3500 points, ended February 6, 24 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Thoughts? Suggestions? Anything.
Comments
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A wonderful piece with a perfect balance of show and tell. The imagery is excellent as is the flow. Memories can be just as tragic as they can be wonderful, they can fill you up or leave you empty and hollow with a sense of loss. This poem illustrates well the complexity of a life lived and the regrets that can sometimes be the measuring stick of its value. Great work, hugs, Bunny
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What a flic, indeed! Wow, I thought this was excellent. I loved the presentation, the description of the film, all the black and white. The allusion to the film festivals added a powerful touch... as if to minimize the significance of what was going on. This plays itself out further in the gallery hallway, when the reader realizes how she has lived her life. How tragic it seems that she has so few beautiful pics from her life. I find great lessons in these thoughts. Poetry that matters!
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flashes of life
rolling monochromatic frames
premiere her memoirs
on a fragment
of the otherworld's silver screen
in each scene
she flickers
just a bit of static in a box
overshadowed
by the violent, the powerful, the devoted
a ghost on the reel
of an entry in eternity's version of Sundance or Cannes
in one of infinite hallways
leading away from the repeating film
canvass depictions hang
in the gallery of her life
astonished
she gasps
viewing her worldly existence
summed in a few pictures displaying
in many smudged, gray sketches
the regrets and lies
and in a sparse few
more vivid and luminous than any earthly sight
the moments of fulfillment and truth
Wow this was a great write I could feel it as I could see it with my mind love your rev papa
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