Thursday, July 1, 2010

A Place Between Rock and Classical


Listening to two different melodies,
Both intercepting their way through the crowded mind of a girl,
Whose life has been the chateau of misplaced dreams and heaps of lies.

Even in her attempt of seeking peace,
She scorches her skin in the sun.
Beads of sweat slowly make their way down her face to her strained neck.

It's as though all eyes are on her,
Entranced by the girl with the pen.
All wonder why she's seated alone in the sun of a shaded nook.

Her eyes glance around,
Looking to see if anyone's stares or blatant judgments will distract her from her writing.

She's envious of the young girl,
Who frolics and splashes in the fountain next to her.
She hopes water will reach her skin to cool her off.

Instead the heat covers her table,
Her hair blows without apology and her pen doesn't seem to stop.
Having a mind of its own,
It glides across the journal of nonsense thoughts.

Could she be like the girl splashing in the water?
Not caring if the canvas of her coral tennis shoes will soon fade?
Can she be like the girl?
Her hair whipped across her face, painted across her rouged cheeks.

Could she in the future enjoy her day,
Enough to appreciate the breezes which turn her pages.

Written By:
Jillian Saldana

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