02-01-2013, 01:58 AM
Here's my next move.
On Sad Movies
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The world has been bleached
to an old sepia photograph.
A man’s dark overcoat billows
to the wind of cello music.
Eyes fixed on a small casket,
or a young wife in a hospital bed.
Unimportant details
blur into what we imagine
are tears under the soft focus.
The face slowly darkening
into sharp contrast.
On Sad Movies
a6
The world has been bleached
to an old sepia photograph.
A man’s dark overcoat billows
to the wind of cello music.
Eyes fixed on a small casket,
or a young wife in a hospital bed.
Unimportant details
blur into what we imagine
are tears under the soft focus.
The face slowly darkening
into sharp contrast.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson