IN this hologram, life seems to run neck and neck with my own memories, good and bad. I've never thought of it as a hologram although now the word does fit. I know I still can step in and out when I select unless dreaming takes me there.
Love,
Susan
Very sensitive - man a hologram of the past, but still essentially the same person [I hope]. Those ideologies and passions from our childhood sculpt the hologram/man/woman.
Like the hologram itself, this poem is a layering on of snapshots of a lifetime bringing you to where you are today. Exceptional write.
Take care,
Sherry
I find this very interesting because you portray it more as a mirror image. Of a longing for what once was or what you might like it to be. Very sensitively written...
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
Love,
Susan
Kathy
Take care,
Sherry
Be safe,
Karen