Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2017
And some days the hours run like
Black and white films.
Flickering shadows,
Blank noise,
The hours tick by
Like clicks on a Kodak roll.
Between it all,
A mind as handsome as
The fool on screen
Taps the light
To bring the scene
To an eggshell cream.
July, 2017
Joy
Written by
Joy  CA
(CA)   
208
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems