A Picture

People stared
at the lonely girl
who sat silently,
still as a tree
on a windless day.

People glared
at the unmoving nomad
who gave nothing, save one–
a song from his guitar string
and a happy grin.

People laughed
at the wreckless dreamer
who builds castles on filthy air,
painting colors out of the grays
with eyes lost in a haze.

In a fast-paced world…
in a world of motion pictures,
stands an old photograph.

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4 thoughts on “A Picture

  1. Jessa Your poem “A Picture” is so universal especially after the first half’s introduction.
    It is interesting how the last verse cascades the memory of reading of the first three


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