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 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #190, hosted this week by Carrie.



Keaton was great in that show—the one with wings—
Where he was constantly a [man]child on a ledge 
dreaming an angel who became a superhero.
 
She was a sarcastic (fake?) angel—it was the 80s—
But always good, on time, her lessons easy,
Easy as it would have been for him to fall.
 
The metaphor so obvious...but I didn't get it.
Nor the easy and obvious good. (/s)
 
I watch the TV movie every other December
Remembering believing in easy
And crushing on this character, that city...
 
Angels should be sweet, sarcastic figures, knowing
(like nurses and social workers) we prefer
Sleeping on the ledge, reckless to call for "heroes."


To clear up any confusion:  there is no Michael Keaton movie we watch every holiday season. Although, if there were...I'd probably watch it. 

-- Chrissa

Comments

  1. FireblossomDecember 11, 2021 at 7:54 AM

    I love Michael Keaton, even if there is no such movie! Your description sounds a lot like "Wings of Desire", a favorite of mine. And there is always "Jack Frost", which DOES have Keaton!

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    1. C. SandlinDecember 11, 2021 at 10:28 AM

      A Keaton holiday movie?!? That's going to have to go on the list. :)

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  2. HelenDecember 11, 2021 at 8:25 AM

    A great poem, Chrissa! Keaton is also a favorite of mine! I could watch Mr. Mom every Christmas..might need to begin with this one!

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 11, 2021 at 8:28 AM

    Your reference to Michael Keaton reminds me of the wonderful movie My Life, which would also be a good choice for December. Jack Frost, too. I love the idea of sarcastic angels.

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  4. Carrie Van HornDecember 11, 2021 at 9:22 AM

    I absolutely love what you did in this poem Chrissa and your note made me smile! Keaton, the sarcastic angel and everything....wonderful!!

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  5. ms_liliDecember 11, 2021 at 10:18 AM

    I'm also in the Love Keaton crowd. Sounds like a great plot for a movie/series.

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  6. DoraDecember 11, 2021 at 12:10 PM

    I would love to see a movie version of this! Keaton would make a great sarcastic angel. 🙂
    Pax,
    Dora

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  7. Gillena CoxDecember 12, 2021 at 5:22 AM

    Nice one. Thanks for the footnote
    Happy Sunday

    Much💟love

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  8. Marion HortonDecember 12, 2021 at 10:48 AM

    I thought you meant Buster Keaton at first (dangerous stunts on buildings, etc) ! However, yes, Michael Keaton and a sarcastic angel are a compelling combination.

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  9. JimDecember 12, 2021 at 1:53 PM

    Hi Chrissa, I must have been behind the door when Keaton was discussed, I am ignorant and a little naive. I know the name but don't even know if I've seen him in what I see on the screens, big and small. Probably have seen.
    I was trying to pull a line or phrase from the last stanza, I loved most every word. So I'll repeat if here, "Angels should be sweet, sarcastic figures, knowing (like nurses and social workers) we prefer Sleeping on the ledge, reckless to call for "heroes."" I have a hard time with being sweet and sarcastic attributes to the same person, like sweet and sour. I would not like to be called sweet by a lot, but I think I am. Why? Because I take messages for Mrs. Jim when she is out, that makes the other ladies think I'm different and nicer than most. They even had a line waiting for me when and if Mrs. Jim would crater. But we moved away from them and Mrs. Jim isn't our playing golf anymore here.
    BTW, Mrs. Jim is a retired Social Worker, MSW. If she's sarcastic and/or reckless, I've made here like that. When we married she didn't even know what I meant when I called "Hang on!" before I jumped my motorcycle over a dune. She learns, now she knows.
    ..

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    1. C. SandlinDecember 12, 2021 at 4:38 PM

      Sweet is the goal, sarcastic is the reality...at least for me. And I do have a sweet spot for all Mrs. Jim's as I happen to be married to a James who, fortunately, got rid of the motorcycle before we met. :) Hope y'all are doing well.

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  10. robkistnerDecember 12, 2021 at 5:28 PM

    There is Jimmie Stewart contemplating suicide every Christmas — helping an angel get his wings.

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  11. TruedessaDecember 12, 2021 at 5:50 PM

    I think you caught a bit of the uneasiness of the ledge. You had me smiling at Keaton. I haven't watched one of his movies in a while. I think he played batman and that gave him some wings.

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  12. qbitDecember 12, 2021 at 6:40 PM

    Love the title. I was with you on Keaton as Batman (the one with wings). Great play.

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  13. purplepeninportland.comDecember 15, 2021 at 5:46 PM

    Excellent poem, Chrissa! I like the characteristics of the angel.

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  14. robkistnerDecember 17, 2021 at 1:07 PM

    Chrissa — May the joy of the season fill your heart here at the closing if the year 2021, and may peace abide in 2022. This is a most difficult time for our planet earth, and a time of turmoil for its peoples. May 2022 begin the way back! ✌🏼❤️🌎

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