Open Poetry #29 |
Stills |
Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
We see them through colored filters meant to conceal details of our dread, we prefer instead to frame them within sunlit fields of our minds; stills of springtime smiles. Their visits are uninvited, sudden. They strike hammers through the clay of memory. What is revealed? Final expressions, different for each. Some wear greased masks, lips and eyes now straight lines, others were caught open-mouthed in screams, or quiet in dreams. It is as we last saw them -- when we believed a good shake would wake them. They do not awaken. Grottos keep their eyes, sad eyes frozen for infinity. Without warning, they open, closing too slowly. © 2003 Core |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Wow Cor. this reminds me of a movie that I once saw....I cannot tell you the name, but the imagery seems similar (in my mind). An excellent, though a little dark (which is just fine) write....thanx. |
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Aenimal Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-18
Posts 7350the ass-end of space |
chilling and brilliant write as always admire your words ..and then one day you find..ten years have got behind you..no one told you when to run..you missed the starting gun.. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thanks Magnus and Aenimal! Yes, dark for Halloween! Cor |
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