Fractured Compass

July 5, 2006

Frames

Filed under: Poems and Other Trifles — roundapple @ 2:49 pm

zeno built motion
on stillness, and still
his notion holds – film,
for instance, where frame
after frame is movement.
the photo taken in an instant
flits quietly, drifts
unnoticed, sits in a corner,
teasing memory to forget.
cezanne’s fruits ripen
before the eyes. murder
is replayed in black and white
in one man’s guernica.

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