Wednesday, June 27, 2012

In My Office

Hot sun streams through stained glass branches,
cooled from bright white to soothing green.
I rest in leather chair, worn to my shape
by hours of stories heard, told, remembered .
Four generations of books build coocoon,
muffle sound, soothe, remind, inform.
Crystals, feathers, paintings done by friends,
journals, knitting needles, unworked yarn.
Peace, memory, possibility surround me.

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19 comments:

  1. DaydreamertooJune 27, 2012 at 3:55 PM

    This sounds like the very best type of office and chair to have. surrounded by book and other things you love too, what could be better. :)

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  2. HelenJune 27, 2012 at 4:40 PM

    I immediately felt surrounded by everything you described ... nice.

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  3. UnknownJune 27, 2012 at 7:00 PM

    What a cloud of rich and calming serenity so graciously condensed by words so refreshing...and reflections so inspiring...

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  4. SreejaJune 27, 2012 at 9:40 PM

    Ah such a good surrounding..I was there while reading....

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  5. my heart's love songsJune 28, 2012 at 1:17 AM

    lovely! wonderfully descriptive! i'd like to be in your office, too!

    thank you for participating at Poetry Jam!

    ♥
    dani

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  6. ScarletJune 28, 2012 at 3:36 AM

    I like to sit there with you ~ A peaceful and relaxing scene ~

    Grace

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  7. MaryJune 28, 2012 at 5:38 AM

    Definitely a beautiful and relaxing setting described!

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  8. JANUJune 28, 2012 at 7:01 AM

    Nice relaxed setting...

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  9. ND MitchellJune 28, 2012 at 7:54 AM

    I like the way you describe books as a "cocoon" building a protective layer around the speaker. Lovely descriptive detail. Great poem.
    David.

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  10. EllaJune 28, 2012 at 11:05 AM

    I love your cocoon and how you captured fragments of your day in your gathered thoughts! Beautiful and filled with warm sentiments of what makes you unique! :D

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  11. Sherry Blue SkyJune 28, 2012 at 7:22 PM

    I LOVE this space you describe. It sounds just like MY place, surrounded by all my books and treasures....pure comfort. A lovely poem. I felt right at home!

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  12. kaykualaJune 28, 2012 at 7:45 PM

    That's most intriguing, Victoria! Our own little space is our own little kingdom. Lots can well happen that defies obstacles if we are acting careful! Nice take!

    Hank

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  13. vivinfranceJune 29, 2012 at 3:31 AM

    The serenity of your office is what I strive for in mine. Too often, the mood in mine is frustration! A lovely poem.

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  14. PeggyJune 29, 2012 at 12:13 PM

    I LOVE this mood of peace and sanctuary. It has such a feeling of safety and comfort. Wonderful poem!

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  15. SaravJune 30, 2012 at 10:26 AM

    The last line summed it up perfectly
    peace memory possibility surround me
    Love it!

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  16. Brian MillerJuly 2, 2012 at 4:00 AM

    i just want to take a deep breath...love the surrounding of memory as that def sets the tone for comfort....

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  17. HannahJuly 3, 2012 at 7:44 PM

    Oh, I love this setting! Well written!

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  18. MargaretJuly 9, 2012 at 1:47 PM

    Four generations of books, paintings, knitting needles and yarn... I'd never leave.

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  19. lucychiliJuly 14, 2012 at 5:25 AM

    sanctuary

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