Aug 2012
There stands the frozen man
In which time stands endlessly still
Only a distant memory, fading with age
Trapped in a quaint box, his life sentence.
In which time stands endlessly still
Only a distant memory, fading with age
Trapped in a quaint box, his life sentence.
I wrote this poem on a road trip around the west coast of the U.S. I meant for this poem to be about memories living on through photograph, hence the frozen man.
