Life is mostly moving picturesA Poem by BeccyPale hearts, pale faces, paler sky sound bites that pass so quickly by, like flicker frames lost one by
one between a shift of moon and sun.
And in the silences between each posed and postured little scene, we follow scripts that write the years
away turn all of colour into grey;
leaving the yearning heart unstirred and songs that mostly go unheard; eternal change, eternally the same, as rare we sidestep life's remorseless
game. © 2014 BeccyReviews
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9 Reviews Added on June 28, 2014 Last Updated on June 30, 2014 AuthorBeccyUnited KingdomAboutI'm forty four, single and have a lovely fifteen year old son called Charlie. I've been writing poetry and short stories since I can remember. I have always been an assiduous reader of poetry and real.. more..Writing
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