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Today’s Selected Poetry: Poetry Movie. Poetry Performance. Read 7 selected poems

Watch POEM turned into a MOVIE:
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/watch-poem-turned-into-a-movie-old-hat-by-sue-walker/

Watch Poetry Reading Performance:
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/01/summer-invitation-poetry-reading-by-nathan-ocallaghan/

Read Selected Poetry:

ARTISTS, by Neha Sharma
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/artists-poetry-by-neha-sharma/

A NOBLE FRIEND, by Newton Gatambia Kibiringi
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/a-noble-friend-poetry-by-newton-gatambia-kibiringi/

SUBLIME, by Javier Rodriguez
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/sublime-poetry-by-javier-rodriguez/

WHAT ARE WE DOING IN TODAY’S WORLD, by Carol Kappes
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/what-are-we-doing-in-todays-world-by-carol-kappes/

I REMEMBER YOU, by Taylor Lane
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/i-remember-you-poetry-by-taylor-lane/

STORY ON CANVAS, by Hadel S. Maayeh
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/story-on-canvas-poetry-by-hadel-s-maayeh/

HER DREAM, by Maria Wyrick
https://wildsoundfestivalreview.com/2015/05/13/her-dream-poetry-by-maria-wyrick/

Watch Poem turned into a Movie: OLD HAT, by Sue Walker

    Watch Poem turned into a Movie: OLD HAT, by Sue Walker:

    Poem written and read by Sue Walker

    Visual Design and Editor by Yujin Song

    Produced by Matthew Toffolo

Note from the Writer Sue Walker:

The poem is memory and desire.

The poem begins with waiting, waiting for the man who didn’t get off the bus — and he blurs with the man who comes in the back door, who offers to show the woman love again–for desire is a recurrence. Like rain. She is the impossibility of truth, devastation and passion. She shifts back and forth — so that past is present and present is past.

Language calls into being the past and the moment of “now” when she goes into the kitchen and makes a mint julep. The narrator is a survivor. She knows the thrust of desire and she sees herself as she would be seen — young again. Silk sheets. And love that is predictable. As is rain.