Changing the look of my LJ (and learning to use the thing!)
This is a poem my sister, Pattie, wrote. She's my soulmate and is so talented.
House of Many Rooms
i walk and i touch long
sequestered memories,
dreaming deep icons
swept into places old, gone.
plush velvet chaise lounge
striped ivory and purple wine,
blue frosted panes dusted
pale in long seclusion,
deep memory of my visit here,
and a veiled reminiscence of
full familiar narrow stairs.
in this house i am found,
i remember it different each
time, and rife with comfortable
dread reach for the face almost
reclaimed, discovered hidden
within a photo toned sepia with age.
through these torpid rooms i roam,
in this home held to my heart,
i have seen accustomed things
kept secluded yet clearly defined,
a dream beneath the memory,
a dream from years before where
in this house I have lived many times.
pbright, 6/06
House of Many Rooms
i walk and i touch long
sequestered memories,
dreaming deep icons
swept into places old, gone.
plush velvet chaise lounge
striped ivory and purple wine,
blue frosted panes dusted
pale in long seclusion,
deep memory of my visit here,
and a veiled reminiscence of
full familiar narrow stairs.
in this house i am found,
i remember it different each
time, and rife with comfortable
dread reach for the face almost
reclaimed, discovered hidden
within a photo toned sepia with age.
through these torpid rooms i roam,
in this home held to my heart,
i have seen accustomed things
kept secluded yet clearly defined,
a dream beneath the memory,
a dream from years before where
in this house I have lived many times.
pbright, 6/06