Monday’s Muse: Poetry for The Book Thief
Last night I finally got around to watching The Book Thief. When I first learned about this movie and the book, I wasn’t all that interested in it. I had too many things going on at the time. After watching it last night I regretted not going to see it when it first came out. I still haven’t read the book. I was waiting until after I watched the movie because I’ve discovered that I really enjoy the movies more, and can see them in their own light, if I don’t read the book first. And some movies are really rather good, and some books I’ve read recently have left me enjoying the movie more. Then, there are some where I think the movie is just as good as the book (The Hunger Games movies, Gone Girl). I’m hoping this will be the case with The Book Thief.
The movie kept me in it’s grip the whole time. The young actress who plays Liesel is just a beautiful young woman with an incredible talent. She managed to convey emotions that I’m sure she had no experience with, and she did a fantastic job. The whole movie was an emotional ride from beginning to end and left me crying for the last ten minutes of the film. I was inspired not just by lines from the movie but from scenes as well. I ended up writing two new poems and I have an idea for a small story. I truly do not have anything bad to say about this film. It was very well done and, now that I’ve finished re-reading The Hunger Games trilogy, I can get started on the book. For today’s muse I thought I’d post both poems I wrote inspired by something from the film. Please enjoy.
As He Cries
By Jessica Scott
When tears fall from his eyes.
My soul shatters as his heart breaks,
And all I can do is wrap him in my arms
And hope my love can glue him back together.
The Word for Life
By Jessica Scott
We carry it in us,
The word for it.
Life is what differentiates us from the dust, the clay from the ground.
But what is the word for it?
Do not the letters make it up?
Or is it something more,
Something we cannot spell or define?
Is it not that thing we carry within us that makes us who we are?
It is what gives us breath,
And makes us live.