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In ode in Keates format (ABABCDECDE) based on Vanilla Sky for 'Movie Mania' contest.  Also, not technically a Marci poem since I don't ever say her name.  

‘Twas unsettled light which greeted me this morning first when after slept alone, As though moon ascended too timidly and left no space for sun to call its own; From nearby cars exhausted music played beneath vanilla sky bereft of clouds which drifted soft along the autumn song; Lyrics crooned to lovers they wish had stayed in well-known tunes tight-wrapped in murky shrouds, for words I heard I knew were words sung wrong; On walls confined were watched lost shadows dance, behind no sources seen to warrant life, Perhaps by strings, thought I, this circumstance, which threatened hopeful dreams with those of strife; That’s when a specter turned t’wards me then said, with trembled voice resembling auto wrecks where metal twists around while flames take hold: “Have you found comfort, poet, here in bed, did you already cash your father’s checks in death he left for you to live more bold?” Quite stirred by ghostly taunts my mind arose to face what comes in towns with crooked roads, Where trains that roll walk forth on broken toes, and carry empty freight but heavy loads; Above, strange skies remained unchanged at all, no birds in flight nor planes left wispy trails while steps I made below brought echoes clear; I checked my phone for felt I’d missed a call from one whose love was fresh but claims it stales and saw a barren screen with nothing there; ”Puppeteer,” I muttered as thoughts of loss found playful space within my weary grey, Reflections held inside by feelings cross reminded me again she’s gone to stay; Enraged and frozen by anger burning, my cheeks entrenched in caverns tears had dug near eyes turned red now viewing trucks ahead; “So what?” I cried as dark sadness churning crept t’wards my shoulders to let out a shrug ‘fore steps made true her wishes I was dead; “Open your eyes, honey, open your eyes.” What startles here now alive where I lay? Pure splend’rous visions that rustle still skies and turn dreamt midnight to bright bursting day! For seen before me a reason for life, with gemstone pupils more warm any fire breathing sweet breath from most resplendent face; Comfort besieges tossed thoughts of my wife here now, personified loving desire, and ev’rything seems as in its right place. 9/17/2016 Submitted for: Movie Mania Inspired by movie: Vanilla Sky

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Date: 10/5/2016 1:22:00 AM
Hi Phillip, Great movie.Congratulations on your 1st place win:-) Alexis
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Date: 10/5/2016 12:33:00 AM
Oh! I almost chose this film for my poem too. Good I changed last minute. It's a wonderful poem, thank you so much. And congratulations on first place :)
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Date: 10/4/2016 9:56:00 PM
OMG! One of many sci-fi favs. A wonderful, beautiful ode, Phillip. "Open your eyes!" :-)
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Phillip Garcia
Date: 10/4/2016 10:02:00 PM
Probably the best opening scene of any movie I've seen - Fun side fact - it was actually the first movie i took a girl on a date to see. I didn't know anything about it other than there were 2 radiohead songs in it so I made the poor girl suffer through it. We ended up dating for like 4 years tho so maybe it wasn't so bad

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