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"Close Encounters," A Reflection
by David HillIt was so different from old sci-fi films,
cruel black and white aliens bent on conquest
in a starchy butch Brylcreem era of fear.
These creatures had soft eyes
and the tender bodies of children.
Driving home from the theater,
I basked in movie afterglow,
a bit dazzled by electronic progressions
of light and sound and wonder.
Through the windshield
I scrutinized the midnight sky:
Red Blink! (a radio tower), White Flash! (an airplane)
Interstellar teacher, I most humbly beseech you.
I wish to see great ships hover over our white house
insert silicone chips of wisdom and empathy,
speed the evolution, save us, save us
from ourselves.
03/30/2005 Author's Note: Lost in a Klaatu daydream.
Posted on 03/31/2005
Copyright © 2026 David Hill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Jean Mollett on 09/27/06 at 04:42 AM Hi David,
Great write. yes, the sky has it's own beauty. With flashes of different color lights sure amkes it glow, flashy. Yesh, that sure would give the white house something to talk about, and anyone around too. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 09/09/09 at 02:18 PM One of my favorite movies. To quote two euphamisms: "We are not alone...The truth is out there." |
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