Sunday, May 27, 2012

Poem: Vertigo


The stairs from your grandparents' house,
are unchanged two decades
after their death,
a passage back in time,
curved and Hitchcock like,
taking you to a time
of mixed memories,
leaving you with
of the heart.


These really are the stairs to my grandparents house in Surry, Virginia. You can click on the picture for a larger version.



The lady in Red said...

you really captured the "geist" of it. Dealing with memories is a challenging thing :)

The lady in Red said...

It is challenging dealing with memories especially the bad ones :) the intertextuality with Vertigo is great Tom, hugs