Tuesday, March 1, 2016

MY WRITING PLACE, GRACED BY THE SUN




MY WRITING PLACE



It didn't start out to be my writing place----
    It wasn't part of the plan...
our dining table, that is.

For years I had wanted an OAK ROLL-TOP
    DESK---one of those built to
last a thousand years...

Yes! An oak roll-top desk...with lots of lilttle
    drawers and cubby-holes to
stash stuff in....

Like old general stores in small towns had...
    and grizzled veteran lawyers
and accountants all used in their
    back room private offices...

One like Uriah Heep had in that 19th century
     Charles Dickens book!

 But it was too late in life for a thousand-year
    desk.

It would've been here aging, mellowing,
   getting scarred, and gaining "patina"
long after I needed it.

So it happened that one morning I was
    sitting at my end of the dining
table, sipping coffee, and jotting 
    story ideas on my Staples pad---

here by the big double-window, where
   the sun shines in, and the birds
play and the bushes sway---in the wind, 
    just outside!

I liked the feeling...the light...it's
   on the east side of the
house...

I too have a real, regular office, with no view...
      but over time, I adopted this---
my "coffee place," for writing---wearing out
    several protective cloths, until

this marvelous "life-time" oil cloth
    came along...embossed with
delicious, delectable, cheerful, 
     juicy-looking fruit photos!

How nice this spot is...now there's
    a hanging grain-feeder for
the finches, wrens, nuthatches, and
    always-present sparrows---
just five feet to my left...visible thru 
    the window!

A BIG roll-top desk would've  been nice
    but some four hundred
poems and stories have come from
    this spot, and ten boxes-full more
are around me---aging like fine wine.

I remind myself, writers in history have
    written in many strange and 
unusual places---in the woods, as
    M.O.---the fine poet, in a little old
leather notebook...with a stubby pencil...

And remember Thomas Wolfe, tall 6'6"
     author of "You Can't Go Home Again?"
In the thirties he wrote while standing---
     his notebooks atop a little
early fridge---his desk!

My place is fine for me...and I've learned---

The SUN is a good warm, inspiring
    companion...for any task!
********************
BY MIL
MIL'S PLACE
MAY 1, 2015




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