poem


cinema

active silence, white screen, magic air
the film is about to start.
only a few people in the room
single people, cinema lovers
who come alone in elegant clothes...

fascinating film!
good choice again!
they live every moment of it
remain seated and relaxed
while running the final generic;
music in their universe,
thoughts in their minds,
memories, connections, feelings,
rumours in their hearts,
tears in their eyes...

active silence, white screen, magic air
the film is over.
only a few people in the room
they leave alone in elegant clothes...



Poetry by anton roxana
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Written on 2012-01-31 at 18:46

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Brian Oarr
a quirky piece, which I LIKE A LOT

sort of Becht mis en vers

I'll be reading, Anton

Brian
2012-02-01



This is both familiar and not. Not, because here in America the movie-goers would not, certainly not, be elegantly dressed.

Beautifully written, Anton.
2012-01-31