ASH FLAKES -- 1/4/2006

 

Now I am to write about love achieved

And yet unfulfilled, for the target, somehow,

Tarnished when obtained, a closed show

After so much was promised and little viewed.

 

For sonnets accepted but as a tribute,

As well they were to be, but set aside

Without a further look, and then abide

As brackish water, like chimney's soot.

 

They were forgotten, poems turned flinders

By daily chores and tasks unromantic,

As prose can be, as pages only flicked

 

In a contract, sounding as pedantic

As faculty speeches --- and yet were licked

Blackened by fire and eaten into cinders.

NA ILUSTRAÇAO, HEDY LAMARR, ATRIZ

HOLLYWOODIANA DO CINEMA MUDO.