SILENT IMAGES

Decades gone
faded images on
celluloid.

Flashes - Flickers
bodies moving
silent in their quest.

Exagerated gestures -
overly expressive -
dumb mouths agape.

Words, written,
explain our players'
plight.

In my dark room
my reality comes alive -
on a silver screen.





J. B. D. 12/10/96
Dedicated to all those who love silent films ... like I do.

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