Sunday, July 5, 2009

Unfamiliar


In slumber it seems
I am living in dreams
The walls unfamiliar
The people obscene
But awaken to hope
Of the home that I know
A place of kindness and love
Where beauty can grow
But fate takes my arm
And pulls me to danger
The more it does harm
The more is the stranger
©2009 LUTHER SPELLS

9 comments:

  1. Yes.. but still, we don't stop hoping, and rightly so! Yet another great work!!

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  2. From danger to safety, and back to danger again...thank goodness for the hope in all of us. The art work supports your poem very dramatically!

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  3. First, the art: Did you draw this? I sense you are a wiz at Photo shopping with images and faces... but this looks like a pencil drawing as well and is amazing.
    Your rhythm pulls me from word to word in this poem.
    Hope is an energy that creates.... and so a wonderful thing to have.

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  4. I frequently borrow art from other sources and use the Photoshop program here to place myself in them. I do this here because I am unable to quickly transfer my own artwork where if I had more time I could perhaps coax someone to scan my work in. I thank you for your kind words.

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  5. Nice to know. Thank you for explaining. You are adept at the PS part!

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  6. the picture reminded me of sleep paralysis, a ghastly phenomenon to experience and one I wrote about in a past life, but the words were a rollercoaster of emotion; first fear, then relief, then fear again... wow!

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  7. Like ann, the picture reminded me of sleep paralysis and a story I did about it. The cadence of this piece is wonderful.

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  8. Very powerful imagery and the rhythm is compelling. Many kinds of dreaming, lines blur between them. I have felt this way.

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