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Silent Film

by Therese Elaine

There is this film
black and white
stark imagery
deconstructing shadowplay
the occasional frame skipping
stuttering
and the whole thing kind of
shudders
before moving on
There is a girl in this film
wide-eyed
hand to heart
an Art Deco pallor
that matches her emotional
consumption
She survives somehow
but those wide eyes
are now crowded
with ghosts.
There is a man in this film
charming smile
hand to heart
a pugilist's pride
that clashes with his defiant
ardor
You don't know if he survives
But you never forget
the charming smile
that never quite met his eyes.
There is this film
black and white
and a thousand
shades of grey
fragile intimacy
reconstructing halcyon days
the occasional frame skipping
stumbling
and the whole thing kind of
sighs
before moving on.

There is this film
that began with
"The End"
and there was only one
subtitle -
"I love you."

01/15/2010

Author's Note: We made for a glorious silent film...

Posted on 01/15/2010
Copyright © 2024 Therese Elaine

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Scott Utley on 01/15/10 at 08:11 PM

You are searingly brilliant!

Posted by V. Blake on 01/15/10 at 09:40 PM

This is a beautiful notion, captured as only you are capable, Therese. :)

Posted by Julie Adams on 01/16/10 at 12:45 AM

as a big chaplin fan, the title drew me in...I love what u did with this piece, it is really sewn together well, doesnt feel forced but natural, alternatively...a pleasure to share in your craft, peace n poems to u, jewels

Posted by Julie Adams on 01/16/10 at 12:46 AM

ps, the repetition of the film stuttering is well executed, well done :)

Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 01/16/10 at 01:33 AM

wowie zowie. my unintelligent response to this quite gorgeous piece of poetry is that it was delicious. all the photo references and reel references made it easy to visualize...made it kinda visceral i guess you could say. either way, eyes crowded with ghosts...mmm, that's a yummy line. this feels softer than your old stuff...maybe. have to think about it. ;)

Posted by Michael Smith on 01/16/10 at 01:52 AM

I second everyone above me. "a pugilist's pride/that clashes with his defiant/ardor" -- I really liked those lines. They, like other bits of a poem, add that classical touch to this poem, which clearly adds to the black'n'white theme. Superb as usual.

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/16/10 at 06:12 PM

I love the whole idea of the black and white, silent film here - well played out. Your very different line lengths give it a sense of the jerky nature to many of those films. Your images are quite captivating and the subtitle, well, is classic. Thank you.

Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 01/16/10 at 07:29 PM

Nice descriptions used here and a pleasure to read.

Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 01/18/10 at 04:17 PM

excellent progression, poem subtly mirroring the description... unrolling itself with "shudders" the stops and starts,"sighs before moving on" moves like a home movie, yet with sophistication and unfolding linguistically, and conceptually, a delicate wonder of a tribute, memento to its subject...

Posted by Christopher Shin on 01/18/10 at 11:34 PM

Nice imagery. I wish I could agree with it, but to say I am bitter is an understatement.

Posted by Nicole D Gregory on 02/06/10 at 02:27 AM

I bow. I am silenced. This is beautiful. ~N

Posted by Tom Goss on 07/27/10 at 03:48 AM

Color-absence cannot dull the vibrancy of your anvil-heavy words.

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