Chateau Marmont
A hotel off Sunset Boulevard
For some a cul-de-sac.
For others a temporary destination
in the search for fame
now residing only in history.
Illusions and failure lived here.
A suicide died here. Friends, lovers
and strangers passed through.
Love did arrive but
always departed.
It was only a façade for lost dreams.
A place of myth and magic
like a forsaken memory
of promises not kept.
A halfway home measured by time
rumours and reports. Lives were
wrapped in old passion
and new prospects.
As the years passed conversations
were not recorded, thoughts not
written down.
And letters were not sent
as happiness moved in and out.
Alan
Ford
I have had poems published in Down in the Dirt,
Ariel Chart, Conclave, Academy of the Heart and Mind,Blue LakeReview and
Dissident Voice literary magazines. Like Carol Ann Duffy and the late Felix
Dennis I write poems from life.
nice job, alan, this one is my favorite this month.
ReplyDeleteThank you Casper. There's something I like about hotels. Temporary lives.
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