Wednesday, April 8, 2020

Film Noir



It was a dark and stormy night;
She walked in. She was a sight.
In an instant a story unfolds.
Familiar, curious, sepia-toned, old and cold.

The nature of the crime – a person to be found…
The dank city office downtown.
Burning time as a low lamp shines on a bottle of wine.
In retrospect she shared the best of times.

A surveillance gumshoe investigating tracks;
A twist and a turn of improbable facts;
Neatly tied up in a package just right;
As the tiny room fills with dawn’s early light.

Beginning, rising action, conflict, resolution;
The due diligence leads to a solution.
No DNA, no technology, no database clues.
The newspaper arrives with the news.

A script on 20-pound bond at a manual typewriter;
Proof positive that the pen is mightier;
Rolling film on a Hollywood lot;
It almost writes itself…or maybe not.



Wednesday Club Invite


A postcard arrives in the mail:
Yellow and quaint.
The Wednesday Club inviting me to write.
What kind of picture, with words, can I paint?

Contest number ninety-four: how to begin and what to say…
Something that happened:  Before or after today?
The beat goes on. Let the words just flow.
Something important that we all must know.

Who am I to presume;
Composing on an Autumn afternoon?
During the week I attempt to preach
But I always learn more from those that I teach.

A poem needs to ring a bell;
It must have a message to tell;
Be crafted with care and presented well.
Will it ring true? Will it sell?

This first poem of two is now done.
Warming up. Having a little fun.
Like testing the color before I paint;
Red, blue, yellow so quaint.