WHAT DID YOU SEE AT THE MOVIES ?


WHAT DID YOU SEE AT THE MOVIES ?

I watched a realtime movie with trained people playing parts

Technicolour moments caught on cellulose, just butterflies in pins

Each life a memory, a family, a beginning, a fellows story and a framed end

They earned fourteen minutes and a picture in a rice-paper memory notebook

Wrote a burned monologue, drew a vandyke sketch, sang, danced with marottes 

Salad-maise dressing to lives lived in the beam of studio lights, a game of penuckle 

In all these faint recollections the absence of detail is frightening,

the outline of space describing the seven planets and the fingers of a child

all of these, the traces that meant something very real and auburn tangible

 to so many, to so few but who now like leaf-lawn tributes send skyrockets to the sky

reminding those of us ‘wee dreamers’ who listen ~ that in a handfull of marbles

you will always find that one special plainsee, a beachball or maybe a lutz

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writtenbyedenbray24.11.2012 

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About edenbray

I've always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do... .. . I’m not sure why I stopped writing was it 9/11? .. . Eden Bray is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life .. . I'm a Writer and Artist since 1966, now a Blogger ~ I write lots of poems, written essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment .. . please join the shebang but more importantly please leave me a marker with a comment for my ego and my encouragement :- thanks, edenbray
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