In honor of Cinequest, our local film festival, and the Oscar’s (I suppose), today I wrote this poem:
I’m done with movies for the season.
Spring has awakened the nymph in me–
celluloid painter & realizer
of magical day dreams.
I can not be contained,
in a screen, or on a stage
transfixed by someone else’s
It’s all in me, anyhow:
the fulfillment & constant reeling
of my Great Epic: