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Grandness Like some with the net, I surf movie channels, movie scripts can be so tiresome, redundant, PC plugged, dumbed-down juvenile. Then there's this dashing figure, wrought from war, a hero with hand-in-hand and briefcase. Humbly coming to a man making excuses for, "not being over there." He wants to buy back a woman he's sold for 100 (pounds sterling.) Every cent he has, slight appreciation, 37,400 (pounds sterling.) "I hope you don't terribly mind", he informs her. "Did that leave us with any money?" without hesitation. "Not a cent." without concern. She is into his arms like blown newspaper to a bench in a storm. One penny more and it would have not been so grand. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Sharon J Eisenmann On Date: 2007-01-26 11:06:55
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi James,
There is a kind of 'black and white movie'charm in this, if you know what I mean.
Totally love the phrase, "She is into his arms like blown newspaper to a bench in a storm."
What a grand simile that is!
The end, well, I find it charming as well.
Thanks for making me laugh and the little pick-me-up.
This time of year can be soooo depressing.
Sharon