Film speeds
Through the camera
Flicker flash
The light imprints
Scenes of life
Real or imagined
Burned into silver
Spun into gold
Light returns
Back to life
Reflected in faces
On the edge of their seats
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Celluloid
Film speeds
Through the camera
Flicker flash
The light imprints
Scenes of life
Real or imagined
Burned into silver
Spun into gold
Light returns
Back to life
Reflected in faces
On the edge of their seats
Comments are closed.
no doubt inspired by the film fest–pretty good, didn’t know you wrote poetry