for 76 years.
I don't suppose it matters that her light bill was late--
does it, dears?
Dorothy loved the flickers
and dime store rings.
She worked in a stitchery til it turned her fingers rough--
for hardly anything.
Her parents spoke German.
Dotty spoke jazz.
At the last moment, she looked straight into the lens--
a look to last,
and it has.
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Pow! As powerful as her gaze.
ReplyDeleteI believe this, though I don't recognize the lady. I see the jazz and the daring gaze and I want to tell her I see her!
ReplyDeletea peek into her life - just a few words conveyed so much.
ReplyDeleteyou are a special instrument vibrating to reality and exposing others to it!
ReplyDeleteALOHA from Honolulu
ComfortSpiral
<3
She spoke jazz and stared stright into the lens, so the light bill didn't matter at all.
ReplyDeleteGreat pic and clever poem! I just love her hair, and her jazz speak. Thanks, Shay. K. (manicddaily)
ReplyDeleteThe brevity here seems to underline both Dorothy's short life, and her full personality, expressed so eloquently in both her(and your) 'language' and that look.
ReplyDeleteThis is just cool, Shay.
ReplyDeleteWonderful, Shay. I agree with Cloudia's comment. You are someone very special.
ReplyDeleteLuv, K
I love your take on these old pictures. Once again, in four short verses you've told me a story about this picture and this woman.
ReplyDeleteYou made me really look at her and think about her life! That's impressive:~)
"Dotty spoke jazz." perfect!
ReplyDeletelove this photo! i want the top of my hair to look like that!
♥
Dorthy's eyes look both hopeful and lost all at the same time
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