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Silent Movies
As silent movies play inside your head,
Their scattered shadows, faint and far away,
You try to understand what’s being said,
As silent movies play inside your head—
Remembrance of a life that you once led.
The memories are left in disarray,
As silent movies play inside your head,
Their scattered shadows, faint and far away;
Now fading in, now fading out—a reel
Of flimsy film. The past is but a dream,
Selective in its choosing to reveal;
Now fading in, now fading out—a reel
Of cinematic scenes that feel surreal,
Submerged in memory’s Lethean stream;
Now fading in, now fading out—a reel
Of flimsy film. The past is but a dream.
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Cheryl Corey is a poet who lives in Connecticut. “Three Sisters,” her trio of poems about the sisters of Fate which were first published by the Society of Classical Poets, are featured in “Gods and Monsters,” an anthology of mythological poems (MacMillan Children’s Books, 2023).