Strangers In Black and White: A Poem

January 21, 2015 at 8:51 pm (Commentary, Entertainment, Movies, Poetry) (, , , , , , )

Strangers In Black and White: A Poem

A dark night in black and white
strangers down at the dock by the waterfront
he a disgraced ex-boxer who threw a fight
She a club singer who lost her voice due to illness
She thinks of ending her life
He’s trying to find his
They meet
These strangers in the night
They connect
which actually few strangers do
Most strangers meet and pass
like ships in the night.
They go to his home
get jobs in the same restaurant
and slowly fall in love
But while hoping for a brighter future
both their pasts catch up with them.
The gangsters who own the cabaret
where once she sang
find her
and return the canary
to her cage
however gilded and glitzy it might be
it’s still a cage.
As for the boxer who thought his brother had left for a ranch in Brazil
it turns out he never made it to Brazil
And so dreams become nightmares
Hopes that once were beacons of light
become like flashing signs of neon
They light up
only to turn dark again.
And so they become once more
strangers in black and white
like the film on which their story is told
like their lives in which the darkness of the past
seeks to engulf the potential bright light of the future
in that never ending conflict that is the present.
Strangers in black and white
a lot like you and I
who allow colour to distract us
and not see the light against shadow
and the shadow against light
that dance all around us.

-A poem written by Christopher
Wednesday January 21st 2015
inspired by having watched the
1957 Japanese noir film
I Am Waiting
on Turner Classic Movies
a few nights before.

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2 Comments

  1. Sherrie de Valeria said,

    This is quite a very sad poem, Chris. I think, many lives out there are like this – just like the Strangers in Black & White. Some goes to right road to dreams that shall be fulfill and achieve, and some has to return again to where they were before and sometimes even worse fate lies waiting for them and crush them down again ….

    Sad, but true. Life can be such a cruel thing for some …

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