Standing Still

 

Clothes on hangers

anchored to closet doors,

palettes, frozen with paint,

stock-still on dust streaked shelves.

Dog-eared novels pegged with post-its, paper clips, and string

petrified as weathered rock formations.

Stories, fixed with ink,

are bound to the desk,

while journals, riveted with remorse,

encrust the floor.

One shoe, laces untied,

is rooted by the door.

And, like a tire on an old dirt road,

a paintbrush rolls a treaded path,

plummeting into the outstretched claws of an unknown beast.   

Reviews

[Leesah]

You have really used your words to paint such a vivid image...this is one to read over and over....brilliant writing.

[PianoandPage]

amazing use of alliteration. the pan across an old room (an artist's studio?) was fantastic. the last line made my heart stop. it was a shock. i'm not sure what the "beast" is. or what it is referencing but i liked it.