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She smiled at him, locked eyes, thumbs in the air, “you alright?”
Strode back to the silent forest, Chaplin’s last connection and first
It’s a Dog’s Life, Charlie’s Scraps, nudged me, eyes sparkling bright.
Dodging new chattering reels, the Jazz Singer, Al Jolson; he cursed
The blind girl on the kerb gave him a flower where City Lights dance
Peace & Prosperity, the tramp’s cure, helped her eyes open wide
Modern Times chaos, repeats City Lights, a new love met by chance
That gift, brief connection binding poor to rich; always by your side
100 years: full of fire and rain, wars to end all war, deaf, dumb & blind
We play a mean pinball. Forgotten peace, wind whips, grabs & growls
Baking sun, thunder, tears; lights, camera, action, reels in our mind
Once silent mime, gentle whispers, our words now clattering howls
A year later, in the flower shop; the tramp sees the lady he once knew
She remembers, soon they’re back in love. Kismet, just like me & you.
© Christopher 2025
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One of your finest! Social commentary through the lens of beautiful cinematic references! A mini masterpiece!
Comment by emma lumsden on 12 July, 2025 at 9:44 pm