Oh those crazy kids-
parked a bike in the alley,
riding in the rain.
A digital collage created from my Florida photos and original paintings.
Twenty minutes to
midnight – aboard the magic stairs
trophy at the top.
Dancing in a time warp,
flirting with yesterday.
Hearing songs in my head
as it hits the pillow-
Set the clock
and start again tomorrow.
I created this St.Paul, MN collage from photos taken at Rice Park and the Landmark Center. I seem to be drawn to stop signs. I wonder if it’s a ‘sign’.
Four o clock – alone in the house.
Record sales – no money for shoes.
Rain falls – showers the panes.
Head to pillow – awaiting a dream.
poem and photo art,
Jump in to one thing and leave another one waiting.
Get to the end only to start over-
Begin-stop-end.
Again.
Begin-stop-end.
Start over.
Susan Stone
Who mans the clock tower when the clock man is sleeping?
Do you need the clock to know the sun is up?
Is a ticking clock the same as a ticking bomb?
Tick tock tick tock.
Is the bus on time?
Does time travel as fast as a humming birds wings?
Can you teach a dog a new trick -before time runs out?
Who determines when your time is up?
Does the second hand give second changes?
Can you out run a ticking clock?
Choose two people/places/or things and describe them simultaneously—without specifying which is which or differentiating between the two.
we eat, we play, we sleep,
he sings, I paint, we create-
we talk, we love, we live-
we dream-
Susan Stone