Reanimated Lavender Granola Switchblade Nun rides again.

Monday, February 9, 2015

Dorothy's Been Dead

Dorothy's been dead
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. 
________

 
 

12 comments:

  1. I 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!

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  2. a peek into her life - just a few words conveyed so much.

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  3. you are a special instrument vibrating to reality and exposing others to it!



    ALOHA from Honolulu
    ComfortSpiral
    <3

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  4. She spoke jazz and stared stright into the lens, so the light bill didn't matter at all.

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  5. Great pic and clever poem! I just love her hair, and her jazz speak. Thanks, Shay. K. (manicddaily)

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  6. The 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.

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  7. Wonderful, Shay. I agree with Cloudia's comment. You are someone very special.
    Luv, K

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  8. 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.

    You made me really look at her and think about her life! That's impressive:~)

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  9. "Dotty spoke jazz." perfect!

    love this photo! i want the top of my hair to look like that!

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  10. Dorthy's eyes look both hopeful and lost all at the same time

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