they came and gathered as a swarm to worship
you
so recently gone
their held grief ready to spill behind the
comradely smiles
of film-goers meeting at the small hillside theatre
where
the sharp edges of their own preciously held life
poked
one another in the ribs
you
as the pre-eminent reminder
they came and watched your film together in the dark
laughed at the right places and all fell together
in the exact center of your Gandolfini eye
twinkling amid unbidden memoried ghosts released
as the credits rolled
and silence rushed - and
in that moment before the lights
those simple words "for Jim"
you
leaving behind that theater sized smile
absolutely,incomprehensibly, ever-present and gone
you
leaving behind that theater sized smile
absolutely,incomprehensibly, ever-present and gone
for one as grand as you - never enough words
simply the swell of all you were and always shall be
up there on the screen and in the hearts and streaming eyes
of those who stumble in sunlight with your smile branded forever
twinkling with mischievious knowledge of the big joke
you
"enough said."
simply the swell of all you were and always shall be
up there on the screen and in the hearts and streaming eyes
of those who stumble in sunlight with your smile branded forever
twinkling with mischievious knowledge of the big joke
you
"enough said."
* James Gandolfini, US and international film star and most recently know for his long time run as Tony Soprano unexpectedly and far too early died
in June- his latest film "Enough Said" has been released to critical acclaim and is a fitting tribute to the love and admiration he inspired.
is pulse pounding
something unexpected
waiting around each
sensuous curve
when all is new
and the world filled
with Lamour and Hope
and the danger
of running out of
gas – sputtering
to a stop overtakes
overwhelms until
the needle reads
Empty
with the older boys
the forbidden boys
from the church
festival
in their car
also forbidden
and drove
on the road
forbidden
stopped at the
waters edge to
watch submarine
races
my friend sobbed
she always sobbed
I got out
and stood at that
lapping bulkhead
summer wind
blowing in my hair
lookinf for
the hulking shapes
in the dark flat water
as the boys anger
stilled and realization
dawned – engines roared
in the quiet car
as they drove us back
they too old on the verge of
jaded – us too young and
green for racing
just out of teens
incarnation of self
with a lacy long
dress in hand
white and untouched
and could see her
white satined small
feet stepping
on a treadmill
leading to a distant
irrevocable forever
unless she stepped
off after the ceremony
and ran
barefoot
to the
sand
and
sea
to
dance
until
tired
but with the same deterrmined
steps filled with certainty
opining and cajoling
skipping on ny own drum
beaten path
of good intentions to a
destination some surely
see set in stone
around a nearby corner