Here is a quick poem that I wrote based off of a writing prompt and photo. I love getting inspiration from photography, asking myself what the story is behind the image. I liked this so much I had to share. In case you are wondering the photo is the same one as the cover of the book.
The Chair
There is a chair in my mother’s house that makes me forget to breathe.
across from the window
overlooking the front porch
and the
ankle high grass
and the
small dirt path
and the
fishing stoop where grandpa lost track
of time
I lower myself into its waiting arms.
It molds around my body
like the muddy
rust colored
clay that clings to the hillside behind the barn.
If I close my eyes…
the ghost of my father dances through me-
the scent of Old Spice sweetens the air.
I BECOME LOST
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