photo by Frances at Blogjem, who kindly let me post it here
they stare but they don't look at you
their faces crimson with lonely joy
their bodies pressed against the wall
happiness escape their lips
as their eyes looks downward
hoping for you to notice them
hoping they would be caught
before they fall
downcast into despair
hoping every day
to be taken home
Writers Island: Liberation
I am still an amateur at writing but hopefully I can get better with each new piece. I welcome any critiques or criticism. 
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i just love the fact that you are using photos.. to me it so heightens the experience... and i love masks... so this one is really great!!!!
I have reread and reread your poem.
It's goes so well with my photo.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
..thank u for a wonderful prompt and an equally wonderful poem and photo..
"Their faces crimson with lonely joy", is a wonderful line. You have given life briefly to these inanimate objects which are so lifelike in their reflections.
i really like this lissa...adding living alive dimension to a sea of inanimate faces.. caught before they fall...
Very nice, Lissa! Thanks for the prompt, your poem and photo! Masks/masking are a big part of life!
Thank you for contributing the prompt this week, as well as the interesting poem about masks . . .
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