Movie Roles


It's another old movie 
Light pushes colored dust through tiers of smoky air
Talking giants saying words like mountains trembling
Shaking rain from eyelid skies 
Watch the world drown under sentences too deep to weigh,
Perhaps I had died somewhere and was yet unknowing
From where the music sprang that sang so high and clear
What is that tone, what did I hear?
Like undercurrents of two heartbeats chiming in verse of one spirit free
Asleep in a grave of eternal green waiting for a curtain to raise
Until it's high and light enough to read the faded lines 
Until then, all my life plays out. THE END.
It's another old movie







Poetry by Chaucer Whethers
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Written on 2013-03-25 at 23:55

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i like old movies. old sitcoms are even better. i mean, the most anal retentive jerk on the planet couldn't watch i love lucy without laughing out loud. could you? ha - kiddin. interesting to see your life as an old movie. wondering now, are we talking western, or maybe hitchcock? if my life were a movie, it would be in technicolor. it would also be a musical with lots of catchy, badly-written tunes (just for the annoyance factor). and somewhere in it, there'd be a live kangaroo. because hey, who doesn't love kangaroos?
2013-03-26