Posted June 3, 2018 by Lee Dunn5 Comments Uncategorized

The Spiral

I am travelling.
I am travelling.
Circling the sides of a furious funnel,
Ever downward, with underlying thrum.
A cyclone in reverse,
but slowly, slowly.
As in the fixed grooves
of a rotating record.
I grow faint from the force centrifugal.
Vision is grayness.
I hear the cacophony
of a hired choir,
singing sweet sighs
and promising rest.
But, why do they fade
after so much I’ve paid?
And what is to come
from this sonorous thrum?

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Lee Dunn has been writing since the age of 18, but found that work got in the way for the ensuing 48 years. In his home town of Toronto, Ontario, Canada, he reveled in his independence at an early age, and spent as much time as he could exploring the city’s Arts scene. He was introduced to poetry and prose by the works of two literary giants, namely J.R.R. Tolkien and J.W. Lennon and thence fell in love with the written word. His work includes poetry, short fiction, and personal essays, and ranges in theme from the surreal to the horrific, nostalgic, and themes on the human condition. He has been published on Spillwords.com, The Dark Poets Club, Journal of Undiscovered Poets, Crepe & Penn Literary magazine, and the Shelburne Free Press.