You brought tears to my eyes, it's smashing, heartfelt, elegant and pretty overwhelming...Very glad to see you writing and posting again my dear. That "good morning heartache" made me almost speechless!
What a heartbreaking piece you have penned. How many people are there who's memories keep them alive. Disability, age, or just loneliness..So much empty time.
This brought tears to my eyes.
Anna, You have always had a remarkable way of telling stories in your poetry. This is no exception. I can picture the scenario in a vintage film sort of way as you tell it. Crackling and electric little lines going through an aged screen (yes how the movies seemed to play then) I know you didn't mean for this effect but that is how it strikes me. There is a deeper message in this, that no matter how many friends we have or how popular we are, even in our own mind, we all die alone, regardless of the presence of people. This poem makes me as a reader feel so sad for those who are alone daily with nothing to live (or die) for other than regrets and memories. Loved this poem. Awesome write.
The story here is stunning and you even got me to cry a bit as well. I love the way you included a song and kept repeating the importance of photographs and the music, that was amazing, because those items already hold such symbolism and here you only added a deeper meaning to them.
this is so good. The picture painted of a mature lady who at one time was adored by all. She sacrificed much, too much for her fame. Years on she drowns her sorrows, her regrets with alcohol and the tired wealth around her in her opulent, but very much empty and lonely home.
The scene plays out perfectly to a scratched record; and I imagine singing the words, 'good morning heartache'
Well done on this fantastic poem and on a much deserved win.
My judging comment:
I don't know whether this poem is inspired by Sunset Boulevard but the noir tone is wonderful. I can exactly imagine the old star, Gloria-Swanson-style, living in her dreams, always expecting another stage call that would never come. The sadness of her predicament is made worse by the realization that she did not have to settle for that ending. Holding onto the glamour of youth so tightly prevented her from embracing and celebrating her maturity. Excellent entry. Curious about the title and recurring theme, though. Is there a significance to 4:00?