The Muted Movie Plays

Last Thursday, Chazinator had us writing about machines, and while commenting on another poet’s entry, I was inspired to write the following. That seems to happen a lot these days; the talented folks at dVerse Poets Pub are an inspiring group of writers! This one is my entry for Open Link Night #44. I hope you enjoy it!

The Muted Movie Plays

 

In my youth I was obsessed

The automobile and its awesome power

Owned me

Its only rival the music

That moved me

Or were they partners in the game

 

Both have ceased to call to me

One still getting me places I need to go

The other only on occasion taking me back

The former comes in many colors

The latter a variety of old made new

The same only different; both of them

 

I find myself obsessing still

But now… with being still

Absorbing silence

Breathing deep of the rose

Rendered odorless by man’s fumbling desire

To make things “better”

 

In the void, seeking; sometimes finding

Blessed inner peace

Wanting nothing more

Hoping for nothing less

Obsessing on its promised caress

All else… scattering in the road

Behind me

 

Glancing up to the mirror

Watching… as the muted movie plays

Parts and pieces bouncing and tumbling

Into the muddy ditch of the past

Once filled with the raging waters

Of my life

 

Copyright © 2012 C. Mashburn

18 Comments »

  1. never enough time for absorbing the silence…

  2. charles….wow. what images. I think this is about old movies and hybrid roses. great take on slowing down and smelling the flowers.

  3. i once had raging waters as well…music was def a factor…i never was into fancy cars, just one that would get me somewhere…anywhere but where i was…the freedom just to go…and sometimes that got me in trouble too..smiles.

    • Lot’s of rage, and nothing fancy–well, there was my first new car–but even it was bare bones.
      Thanks for the visit and comment!

  4. We never do find the answers we wish to find ‘out there’, do we? They are always in the stillness. I cannot believe we grew roses without the scent because it pleased us more. I was telling my teen yesterday that soon they will discover the gene that does this and does that and we will be removing all imperfections before babies are born and that will lead onto designer babies. A chilling thought.
    Nice thoughts all through this one Charles, it speaks of growth in more ways than one.

    • Thanks, Daydreamer. Yes, man thinks he can “design” everything to his liking, but doesn’t like anything the way it is, and is never satisfied. How many blades can we really put on a razor?? So wrong.

    • zongrik said

      when it comes to roses, the ones that look the best don’t smell the best and visa versa

      radiation rampage

      • That is true, but I don’t think it was always this way.
        Thanks for the visit and comment, Zongrik!

  5. chris said

    I so relate to this one. Silence, yes please! Funny how we change as we get older, and some of us find the things we really need are the simple things, like silence.

    • The older I get, the more I think, “If I’d only known then what I know now.”
      Thanks for the visit and comment, Chris!

  6. Gay said

    I love the sentiment, but the older I get it’s still fast cars and the highway lined with rock ‘n roll. It’s a fast road down the highway of life but in the windshield or the rear view mirror, a vision of speed, muscle, music, and merriment is always a good thing!

    • B-each to their own, and whatever floats yer boat! More power to ya, my friend.
      I’ll sit over here in the cheap seats and watch ya! 🙂
      Thanks for the visit and comment, Gay!

  7. Sherry Mashburn said

    evocative piece . . . really makes you think

  8. Enjoyed your words as always Charles, a sense of nostalgia here again, you have been revisiting your inner child a bit lately haven’t you?! Like it!

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