by Kate Demeree
The heart cries silently quiet drops
That drip slowly, as youth and dreams
Ebb from the pool of hope.
Candles left to long burning
In candy glass window frames
Warp and melt the surface
Till what the eye beholds
Resembles a fun house scene
From a Mae West movie
Where W.C. fields plays
Flick, Click, Flutter the
Frames stutter on the screen
As the actor exits
Stage left a snaggle toothed
Smile and glib lines.
To return some distant day
When fortunes child has grown.
Posted on 11/10/2003
Copyright © 2021 Kate Demeree
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Max Bouillet on 11/12/03 at 07:29 PM|
Cinematic imagery that puts the reader in front of the lens and forces them to analyze themselves through the characters presented in this piece. Exquisite.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/13/03 at 03:18 AM|
YI hear your voice describing with such delicate sadness the losses we all will face or are facing. I can see that warped frame, the past flickering with ironic humor. Such a sober reflection in this poet's hand is a thing of beauty.
|Posted by David R Spellman on 11/13/03 at 01:59 PM|
What an unusual contorted and compelling mixture you've woven with this one Kate. Such an interesting twist of characters and images that leaves me fascinated by the workings of your imagination and wordplay. Loved it!
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/14/03 at 05:53 PM|
Lively fun read as we travel inevitably to the title. Reminds me of Van Gelis' 80s era song: Friends Of Mr. Cairo.
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/03/03 at 01:29 AM|
Fun poem Katie. The Spanish have a new breakfast
cereal out made from kiwi fruit and oats. they
call it Dawn Ki Oatey. (I couldn't resist)...Charlie