January 18, 2011
Soundtrack
The absorbing quality of a teenage girl
isn’t the way her young skin
stretches over her woman’s body;
it’s her unwavering belief
in that moment
as she boards the bus with her headphones on
that the song playing
is the soundtrack
to the movie
of her life
and we are all simply
extras
on set.
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I’m often that girl….though it’s a little embarrassing to admit to be. I’ve realized being that way makes me incredibly selfish
ReplyK
May 24, 2012
Beautiful. I guess we’re all, one way or another, seeking the soundtrack of our life. And the melody of these poems is gorgeous.
ReplyPete
Jan 21, 2011
Samantha, there was a time when we used to create those soundtracks by humming quietly to ourselves. If you heard the faint phrases of the person sitting next to you on the trolley you might fall in love on the spot and thereby cast yourself into their movie. Then it would be your movie too. Oh, what a big, fabulous cast we are, walking around in our billions of spotlights. Just as Mr. Shakespeare wrote. Thanks for you poem, Sam. What a treasure you are.
Al
ReplyAlistar Bird
Jan 18, 2011