Done
All for naught
Walking in circles
looking for a way out.
Exhausted
Against the canyon walls
end of the journey.
Recorded
on aging film
the last wan smile.
Bones
Tattered pieces of cloth
Brownie box camera.
Final
journey
done.
J. Binford-Bell
November 2012
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It's done and it's excellent. I like that you really enlarged the picture.
ReplyDeleteBrownie Box camera found years later along with her bones? The words go well with the image.
ReplyDeleteOh, a somber take on the prompt, and very fitting.
ReplyDeleteThis is different in a delightful way ..........
ReplyDeleteI like the story in this piece and I remember the Brownie box cameras too :)
ReplyDeleteOh, and I like what you did to the photo, too.
ReplyDeleteLovely write...
ReplyDeleteVery creative, and imaginative, take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteYou are spot on! Best thing ever- she did find her way out! You did a superb job of touching up Weston's work! Bravo!
ReplyDeleteGreat. You really gathered her expression and body language in your poem.
ReplyDeleteAre the canyon walls keeping you in NM? Great take on the photo!
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