Still frames

Come to the place where time stands still-

A lonely girl waits.
The miracle of-
    children never grow up
    And trees never fall down

    Poppies bloom eternal
        and you can just glimpse,
        in the distance,
        a young couple walking
        in the sunlight
        forever together


Come to the place where time
stands still-

    A lonely girl waits,
    Watching

    The snow never melts,
    And aspens never leaf out

    Chickens stand on thin legs, poised,
      unfulfilled,
      unwatered.


Come to the place where time stands still-

    A lonely girl waits,
    Wrapped in thought,
    Dancing circles into the floor,
    Singing life into the dead air


Nothing changes in these still windows,
Time forever frozen in still frames.
      

Bound

Gallery working.
Sheep, hills, trees, and flowers hang
On walls. My world bound.

Stray Thoughts (or, Working in an Art Gallery)

The misty quiet roars delicately.
Lonely as a ghost in a room
full of living people.
Crowded as a room
empty of paintings.
Crackle, crackle
in my ear.
Unbeknownst to you,
I am a writer,
a poet,
a madwoman.
But you rush past,
oblivious to the creeping
beauty all around.
Ears stuffed with money,
or lost time,
if that is what you prefer.
I am a wanderer around purpose-
seekers,
A Butterfly among ants.
I know what my destination is,
the question is,
do you know yours?
Stray thoughts,
flit through,
never to be seen again.

Ahhhhhhhh......

Wow. Today was wonderful. I got to spend the whole day with a very dear friend. We walked all around Spring city, looked around all of the open art galleries, and visited the Potter's shop and gas station. We ate potato chips and talked, and got in and out of debt in an hour :) Best Saturday I've had in awhile.