Thirty years later and this song still brings a tear to my eyes. This movie and its soundtrack are on my list of top movie experiences that I enjoyed on the big screen. It represents a time of my youth when I was vulnerable and learning a lot of life lessons that would later influence my work. I cannot remember, by number, the many poems Ive written while listening to this very soundtrack. Certain stanzas stand out like the notes from this song, the highs, the lows... the climaxes...memories in script. P O E T R Y - I N - M O T I O N – BY: IRMA L. DORR You stare at me I stare at you your white against mine yours vacant mine pale like the spiraled lines blue straight across reflecting my aura’s same hue then your red energy infused purple rain like mirrored kaleidoscope bursts exploding into poetry in motion. (8/15/12) W H E R E - E N D I N G S - B E G I N - BY: IRMA L. DORR Sitting here where I’ve sat hundreds of times writing hundreds of rhymes others more in prose God knows what I’ve seen, felt the blows I’ve been dealt you know the interpretations therein where endings begin beginnings fade – in then out again circling my mind as inspirations scripted manifestations penned under candlelight burning at both ends, bright like a flashlight searching the darkness seeking to harness then decipher the potion to a sea of unending emotion. ( 8/26/12) T H E - P O E T - I N - M E - BY: IRMA L. DORR The poet in me sees what others don’t hear hears what others don’t see those blind and mute can never understand how extrinsic their world is to me I become the blind - mute where silence stifles and sounds blind ~~~ the poet in me sees life as a song where others see it as a movie complete with sequels and prequels a series of second and third chances where opportunities are thrown to the wind ~~~ the poet in me stands still during their hustle-bustle frenzy observing all they miss in passing chronicling it for posterity ~~~ the poet in me recites in silence and thinks out loud I have a play on words and play with words making them fit just right ~~~ making life just right more pleasant to live, to see – a work of art that a Painter could take a palette to making it theirs, making it mine blending ~~~ Like I do with the crowd I’m comfortable doing so while spotting those who aren’t they unravel, much as life, itself and come together through my work ~~~ I don’t readily reveal my own emotions though the poet in me is so candid with those of others expressing myself in third person narrative where they see themselves through me and I discover another part of myself. (with each poem.) ( 9/9/13) T I M E - P A S S A G E S - BY: IRMA L. DORR February 19, 2013 at 7:17am Time flies Racing forward, not back a.m to p.m. a day, weeks, years racing in my palm out of reach circumstance and situation age and maturation in years and of mind a racing pulse and heart in love and anticipation time races void of second thought it erases, engraves going round and round like the grooves on a 33 record side one to flip side sometimes sticking others skipping and like a catchy tune embraces taking you back to a moment that makes time stand still. ( 2/19/13) W H E R E - R O O T S - E X T E N D - BY: IRMA L. DORR May 22, 2013 at 6:37am Lying against where roots extend beyond all living and decayed whose base under my in between cradles the cracked and plush the same above foliage takes flight unseen while those grounded tumble then crumble sweeping Past and Present flux gathering like the bed beneath my head looking toward the Firmament where the cotton candy puffs drift on blue. ( 5/20/13) W R I T E R S - B L O C K - By : Irma L. Dorr January 27, 2014 at 9:45pm Distraction is out there, everywhere in the muted commercials on TV the drowned out lyrics in a song like the needle on a cracked record bumping around the rough spots the candle flickering as it pops like a log on the fire the dogs barking at the fireflies distract as well even the fireflies floating in and out distract me with their hide and seek dangling like the word I cant quite get an inspiration chasing the light on any given night. ( 1/27/14) W O R D S - T A K E - P L A C E – BY: IRMA L. DORR Wide ruled white, starkly light keeps me up tonight an unblinking stare face to face where writer’s block shade made the page fade words now take its place like a paint stroked trace brushed on a canvas bright variations of mood light like a fiber optic lamp explode cascading full mode at once poetic… artistic… prolific.1/12 W O R D S M I T H – BY: IRMA L. DORR All she ever had were her words that’s all she’d been afforded they were always generous like the money she’d wished she’d had just a little more of they were always inspirational they made people smile when they didn’t think they could ~~~ the conscious and good-hearted identified with her they kept a brave front just as she’d done for so long with only her words to show for it she could hide behind them she’d mastered the technique ~~~ with them she could alter the outcome her history in the making, critical moments when life could have gone either way in the end it didn’t go the right way ~~~ she didn’t find the words when they mattered most even when words were all she ever had there were no famous last ones only “I’m sorry, I can’t take it anymore, goodbye”. (10/23/13)
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