Only in the darkroom is
the promise of color in
the negative fulfilled.
Yet, we resist development
preferring the negative state
tucked in the protective
sleeve of muted possibilities.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
2 comments:
I like this Becki! You have such a gift!
Hey, I'm rereading your poem after using it in my message at JLM awhile back. Such a great poem, and I still think about it.
Post a Comment