Reruns Poems - Poems about Reruns

(a poem in Senryus) Let’s rerun the play, take up strings, so the puppets can start fresh their dance. Summon the old ghosts— Shakespeare’s doomed heroes —pronounce them reborn. Recall the actors, lead horses from their pastures, raise the curtains. Pay Shylock his pound of flesh,...Read the rest...

bright orange explosion waking the mind brings one back to a more dangerous time haunted gaunt face of starving, frightened child the chilling results of egos gone wild thick black smoke of a village on fire outcomes from authoritarian ire now...Read the rest...

My mind is playing reruns of every stupid thing I’ve said and done It’s all in h d with surround sound for an audience of one It’s on repeat all day long and sometimes through the night...Read the rest...

Though the credits are long past being done We refuse to let our story end The writers have become erratic The plot a three time rerun I read a scene that I have played It’s now your part I sit silently...Read the rest...

Pine needle ashes in reruns Each breath hurts, in my chest and in my mind Such a poor example of life, this heaving flesh, up and down, corrugated movements inside my shirt, not even a consistent rhythm You see it...Read the rest...

ghosts of yesterday promenade across my screen, tapping in the dark... Fred twirls Ginger once again ...Read the rest...