Elevator Man Remembered
by Odin odin@aflx.com — Read all 3,869 poems by Odin odin@aflx.com
The Bradbury Building in downtown Los Angeles is a much used location for productions. In thinking back over some notes and photos of several days of location filming there, I was reminded of its surreal impact. For anyone interested in viewing some pictures: http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-bradbury-building-Los-Angeles.
Thursday, June 22, 2017
Elevator Man Remembered
A wrinkled hand
rotates Time's worn handle of half circles,
giving arrest to past rides awakened.
Up and down,
listening,
hearing,
never forgetting.
Watch your step.
Ornate iron confinement,
charming for youth,
insulation for some,
sentencing for others.
Cables retch echoing secrets within,
sliding metal dregs past elevated remembrances
among whispered conspiracies,
softly spoken nothings,
muffled weeping,
all preambles shadowed
in corners of illusive passage.
Momentary respite
gradually gives way to silent whimpers of fear
as passengers await floor-stops.
Fortune.
Reward.
Love.
Penthouse dreams.
Elevator man's eyes rise.
Arcing brass arrow above
waving Wisdom's index finger
past invisible floor thirteen,
allowing today's filigree of delusions to remain patient...
For the moment.
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But your poem appears to be about the dramas that occurred during the long life of the Bradbury and the film productions that followed that were even more dramatic, if not as realistic. Like telephone operators, elevator operators often got an ear full.
Ron
Love ya!
Jane