Rewinding Feelings of Movies

     

In whispers, in time and in meadows of crossing to another, waiting to see someone not taking plastic steel words of such ways. Echoes and bangs of such rattles of metals hearing miles away or the crunches and constant wrinkling of thy surface traded off to people’s worlds all around,

Simply dancing along the pine needles instead of dissecting themselves into being.

 

   ”Please,” we ask. “Not to take me home, take me where leaves never grow old, take me where I can set my parties on repeat to never let go of that physical moment with white roses playing melancholy songs." 

  Well known when no people say no and it’s hard to watch dates of time that die alone and dying alone last night with them. At thy finale of seeing incredible little insects flying just above your feet, stopping my pretend world along with everyone else’s, holding that one second where you feel nothing but the capacity to bring about the desire end. Watching yourself die each night along with friends of sights within that day, strange feelings in the world where only you can see and wish it wasn’t there guess we have our own ghost that follows.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we never want to grow old, but a part of us accepts, while the other part of us watches in disbelief, until that ghost comes along and says, "welcome to the club, you are one of us now"--
and there are so many ghosts roaming around now with what is happening in this country.

It is too sad, and even though this poem is from 2017....it tastes of today's madness, and is so timely.
j.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

It's been awhile I read this oldie here practically blow off the cyber dust off her haha. Very true and today is always a new day but not the same as it was before.

[barleygirl]

This is enchanting & engrossing, but a little bit too abstract for my immediate pleasure (I go for more literal prose). During the first half I was provoked to think about how, as a storyteller, I try to imitate the movie camera, recording the storyline in a sensory way, as if rolling out a film for my audience to dive into & experience. Sometimes I watch my favorite movies over & over (like "Out of Africa") just to immerse myself in the sensory enjoyment, but not following the plot or sometimes not even finishing the movie, just sipping from it for a while, taking in the splendor & intensity. Even tho I'm not into abstract writing like this, I also see the value in how it provokes us to think of stuff & this stuff that pops into one's head is part of the reading experience & why I share it with you (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[light and ashes]

I bought a collection of The Night Gallery. I watched every single episode. I really loved it. This reminds me of an episode about an old man who is slowly being pushed out of his job because of young competition. Then he is able to go back in time at random times when he was young and appreciated by the company he works for and gets to see his wife again, who died a long time ago. I enjoyed reading this write, good job.

[Andrew Nelson Stewart]

The Night Gallery never heard of it, is it worth watching? Is it anthology of stories? I'm also pleased to see one of my oldies presented in different light. sincerely your fellow poet

[light and ashes]

Yes, definitely, if you like the Twilight Zone, which I do. You're welcome :)