From The Desk Of…
Fee
Date minder sits like an open book
Daring me to just have a look
Time paraded out in a string of sighs
Penciled in parties like swarming flies
Notepad scribbles and sticky notes
Cling to my wall like winter coats
Phone numbers, places and names
Reminders of life’s little games
Books on shelves in painted dust
Forgotten joys for which we lust
Retired heart and pensioned mind
In a haze I search but do not find
With the click of keys I come awake
White screen magic no mistake
Sweep the dust balls, vacuum the brain
Send the past on a South bound train
Hugszzz Cherrypie
You seem to find inspiration with every glance. I love the detail in this poem, and I agree with your comment about a desk being a reflection of its owner. Great piece! Love and Hugs~
Sheila
Peace, love, light,
Amber "V"
Regis
Love Always,
Sage
Mary
Love ya face Cuz XOXOXO, Rose
Love your desk, and you, most of all - you are much more organized than me! LOL Well penned -
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Ok Poet you have your works in order & I must say I espicially love your closing lines of advice :)
"Sweep the dust balls, vacuum the brain
Send the past on a South bound train"
Embraced ~ Embrassé
Vickie
Ove it, Fee. Looks like my desk, lol.
Miss you much!
Love,
Becca~
:)Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., KAren Lynn. :D
we truly are,you i describes a desk filled with
pass memories scribbles and notes!
Brilliant write and so true!!
Peace Love and Light and
sending you a BIG Hug Have a Happy Fathers Day
Morning star
Love Tinka {Quite messed Up}
Love this write, sound oh too familiar~smile. No matter how tidy you try to keep it the lovely papers seem to magnetically return.
It is all good though, what would we do without it?
Continued blessings to you fine man and take care of yourself,
~Gwendolyn
Georg