Still Frames (Poetry)

a long white flat board against the wall

Still frames in my mind
Come to vibrant life
But the story unravels
And I lose focus
Madness runs rampant
The comedy falls flat
But these still frames
Are so beautiful and sweet

A cartoon world
So over the top
Trying to paint
The pretty pictures
But where do I start
So many still frames
I can’t choose from
And I can’t draw them

Too complex and unique
Are these still frames
My skills still lack
The talent may exist
But words are my craft
And not lines or sketches
But there are so many words
Thousands upon thousands
It would take to describe
These lovely still frames

Where do I begin?
I ask myself again
So much to describe
So many tales to tell
So I fall back on 
My morning star
Danika, my Luna
The Luna Starlight
The keeper of my dreams

Writing words, spreading love, Amelia Desertsong primarily writes creative nonfiction articles, as well as dabbling in baseball, Pokemon, Magic the Gathering, and whatever else tickles her fancy.
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