Thats the Kicker

In review and sharing Inspiration drawn from Lux Luther ah word

A rare find... Silence is Torture... for the uninitiated.

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Moving Pictures

    My Life is a single slide show
    With a million chapters in between
    Each frame worth a thousand words
    Tells me my how my life has been.

    And I remember my life in moving pictures
    Each frame is different from the last
    The successes through hardships I’ve endured
    Made me into a result of the past

A Poem by Luxovious Sloane

I wrote this when I was 13 years old, inspired by the thought of having intense flashbacks of memories throughout our lives the moment before we die.

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High Praise...

I write this as an honoring, as today. I visit this writer site and read his work. I thought to be very deep in the
reflection, of a thirteen year old. An offering something to us, of cherished saving. His work.
To re-post it here as such and add a segment of what it inspire. as I was reviewing it. I could have just alter some of the review an, post it to my collection. Yet thought it be more powerful this way.
To have the work to compare and well, absorb the origin of the responding feeling, about time, writing and the writer. Endurance under life conditions dealt with hearing impermanent. A powerful force, this...

Writer to come. Who inspire I leave this, Prose in Respect. For: 'Luxovious Sloane'...

The kicker...

the running stream, memory. Reflections of the was, that compile us.

Form. Why we will respond to the future. And, sometimes.

Kick us to death. In the now!

Forget the polish on this one. The strong picture. Freezes, time.

Makes it irrelevant. As his picture, is timeless. A way a means of capturing...

a something. A something personal and empowering, that stretching beyond and the battles that contained, contains an will be contended with. The Record.... the, memory frames in polarity with the thoughts contained, reviewed, imagined and rearranged. Like furniture your bored with. This poem isn't like that. It's a favourite chair that must stay. In the same spot. To wear a hole, in time...

To watch those moving pictures, frame by frame. Till one word. Become a million.

In that favoured chair, in front of your writing station and share. With the world.

Your endurance...

That's... the kicker

       In Review by: Rodrick Franklin McLaren


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Author's Note

A hardy welcome, to a new writer to WritersCafe...
Click his name to go to his site.

Reviews

[Mary]

I love this.

[Ruth]

To retain a frame of ourselves and dreams, this is lovely! xx

[StacyPerry]

Moving Pictures. A very well written piece that I enjoyed