A Black & White Movie Poem by Paula Glynn

In the silence of a black & white movie,
The audience stares in a mundane fashion,
No interest in the lacking characters,
That carry out the same actions,
With words that repeat the same words.
There is just no change, no interest,
No action or excitement, no adventure,
And I yearn to step out the film,
And find real life, where colours and words,
Colour the whole wide world,
And where voices of change can be heard,
Where rust gets washed away and dust blown away.
And I would think of this film that I am in,
My voice trapped in the mind of a character,
I don't want to be, let alone see,
And, yes, I could suffer, the world being what it is,
But I wouldn't run back to this black & white movie;
I wouldn't turn back the hands or sands of time,
And in bright technicolor I would face life,
Celebrating the end of a monotonous character,
That follows some bizarre script,
And directed by some unseen force.
But now I see the end credits rolling,
And I just want to run out of this movie theatre,
I want an escape, I want freedom,
To never again be trapped in the film of time,
Centuries gone, finished, over and done with,
Now facing a life free of film, where everyday is new,
And glasses tinkle in the glittering lights of the ballroom;
This just the start ot paradise.