Stranger Than Fiction Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Action, cut, then action once again,
as focus sharpens when the second take
attempts to compensate for first mistake,
avoiding third or even fourth refrain,
allowing also precious time to gain.
The rushes, spliced, appear without a break
and an excellent impression make.
Fears features shake, tears echo portrait’s pain,
smiles wreath with joy, frown, stark betrayal’s stain.
Dreams Life may make more life-like, little fake,
as most seek stimulation, thirst need slake,
to help the hum-drum hum and drum, ‘tis plain.
Yet Life, more strange than fiction, often proves
authentic feelings more than acting moves.

(13 November 1991)