THE RACE
TO NOWHERE
The spinning web of minds
do wonder
Crystal light in motion ponders
A simple braid of star crossed thought
A whimsy, flashing through was caught.
Silhouettes of things to come
Untuned banjos we do strum.
A clock that is stopped is right twice each day
Timeless memories do stray.
Deep depression binds and gags
Pales your face and makes it sag.
Melting myths congest my mind
Swirling emotions tend to bind.
Guilt - as thick as mustard runs
No one seems to get the pun.
Paint a face for all to see
Invite the pastor over for tea.
A twisted glimpse of fantasies
and Beaver Cleaver lives.
Photo's Art and Poetry © 1994
Jackie Whedbee
Candle Animation
from "The Graphic Station"
