Opal Reflections
Perspectives through Prose, Poetry and Photography
Out-takes
As I lean back to peer into the grueling,
I see (what others may have seen) too late:
“Two young hares, rump to rump, like dueling
pistols crouched by the gate,” we wait.
We chose this path, this charted course our fate,
Now a dim-lit, mono, spliced-out scene,
A somber retrospective; love and hate
as oft-missed reasons, clearly now are gleaned.
Protagonists don masks, personae screened,
A sultry film-noir masterwork on celluloid,
While out-takes lay a-strewn in guillotined
frames on cut-room floors, tossed to the void.
Were ready now to view what once was glossed
over, filling voids we never knew we’d lost.
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7 Comments on “Out-takes”
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Opal Reflections 
Beautiful poem, Joanne! I love the imagery you use – and those last two lines are brilliant!
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Thanks, Suzanne! I struggled a but with them but am pleased with the result. It’s funny…you just know when you get it right.
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I love the image of guillotined frames being uncovered once again to fill in unknown voids. Beautiful poem!
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Thank you, Janna. I am intrigued by that idea as well!
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I’m interested in that idea that we choose our fate. It might be nice too if we could edit out the scenes we didn’t like and just leave them on the cutting room floor. 🙂
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I agree. But think how interesting it might be to go back to the cutting room floor and rewatch the scenes that we were so quick to discard. Thank you for your comment and for stopping by again.
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Indeed! They’d probably be all the bits that shaped us most.
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