In My Sacred Space
Pictures have no place

I don’t hang pictures on my walls to remind me of those who passed I’m not too fond of faces staring back at me with frozen smiles in uncomfortable suits, Sunday dresses and little girls in bows who pose in front of phony backgrounds waiting for my appreciation, to be forever remembered like great works of art
I much prefer the mystery of the void, for it is in my imagination I desire to commemorate lost artifacts I wish to leave my sacred space vacant, a color that is neutral and blank To have my thoughts free and clear, instead of harboring captive spirits and their discordant ideas that intrude upon private moments.
© 2021 Mark Tulin
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