Fleeting Footsteps

Caught on film in stilted
film noir,  lessened
life, time has long past
bled the sensate color of
once rosed cheeks.

Dead lives trapped on
8mm film succumbing to
the indignities of cellophane
that flake into the void,

but it is the faded and forgotten
memories of lives lived large and
and obscure that cause for pause
and wonder if there will be any
lingering memories of me.

Reviews

[Frieda P]

In my mind a resounding YES to that question, you may not be on 8mm flim like those sexy sirens but you're unforgettable, and in a grand way, love this one. Favorite.

[icelandicblue]

Oh Frieda-

You made my day!