stories
people
groups
forums
Blog
login
PDF
Share
As a Film Cassette Enters a Camera
by
Carl Santoro
Am I to go
into the darkness?
I, a film cassette
entering a camera.
My soul
stretched as a
"leader"
to my heart.
Sprockets as so many
reliable words of wisdom,
pulling me round
and round-
in readiness for...
brief exposures
to the light!
Bursts of which
record on my heart
only images
I can know,
if I allow myself
to be
properly developed.
0
favs
784 views
0 comments
55 words
All rights reserved.
Author's Note
The author has not attached a note to this story.
Other stories by Carl Santoro
One Day the Caveman Played Guitar
1342 views
Her blue eyes floating on twin clouds of innocent beauty
1232 views
"Oh, what's this?" she
1648 views
An Extremely Complex Fall Evening
1794 views
The Color of Music
1757 views
Tags
This story has no tags.
Comments
No one has commented on this story.
You must
log in
to post comments.
© Fictionaut 2008-2012 |
About
Blog
Board of Advisors
FAQ
Terms & Conditions
Privacy Policy