Askance, and premise enhanced,
I eye my living area, separated by computer’s desk,
a collage of scattered moments of rhyme,
memories, placed lovingly, bemuse my mind.
I stroll and stroke my everythings,
dust lies thick upon my cluttered shelves
mirroring my years, reflections
of collecting time and holding natures
complexity in the fertile basis
of my mind. A room of life, held in time,
exhibits fragmented sense of dying,
beloved, bestowed; not buried deep,
small wonders marveled and shown to be
integrally cohesed into awareness
that binds me to my place of existence.
A snakeskin shed, a question mark stick,
lots of rocks, each totally split by infinity.
Trinkets and treasures of little seen worth
but imbued with soul, at peace with my cognizance;
my husband and I once found the halves
of the very same rock, two weeks apart,
now how fragile is that. It’s true ,
beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

Erin Moen
11/16/03
Copyright 2003 ©

I had hoped to post a collage of my collaged rooms, but am having trouble figuring out my Image Mixer for my digital camera. Dratted thing! I'll keep trying, given time.