Sucked in by a force, I'm flying through a tunnel
The tunnel of memory that leads me back home
The past blurs my present, so my vision is double
The walls and the ceiling curve into a dome
From here I can see my home, tilting
And falling from place, all the lamps are aflame
My father's empty chair is slowly ascending
Tipped by the light, outlining its frame
This is the opening poem from my book, Home, and the preparatory sketch for its cover, both originating from the same place, the same vision in my mind.
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Amazing, love the audio track!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Cindy!
DeleteBeautifully read!
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sheila! I love her voice and interpretation
DeleteBeautiful voice, lovely imagery. In those few short phrases your words made me slow down, made my eyes tear.
ReplyDeleteMisses your note somehow until now, I truly apologize... Thank you so much Linda!
DeleteI was reading about how you earned 2 bachelor degrees and a masters in computer science and became a writer ....it gives me hope. Thanks for being who you are.
ReplyDeleteThank you Jack! And yes, there is always hope--just put your mind and heart into the journey to where you want to be!
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