My Desk
A desk is just a desk
But this one is mine
It bears the scars
Of scratched out words
And a hint of the divine
Stained with black ink
And salted with hard tears
It becomes the womb
Of the things I think
And the things I fear
The worn and wooden
Companion for years
Bears all the good
And all the bad of
The words that do appear
The pictures that sit
Upon its shelf
The images of family
And good friends
Are my greatest wealth
Its age is so apparent
The blemishes so rife
But here I sat
And racked my brain
To bring my words to life
To all it is just a desk
And really nothing more
But to me it is special
For it is here that
I wrote my life’s score
This is so true! I can really relate and you’ve captured the essence of a desk, or of a place where you create, where you spend a lot of time thinking, and doing. Lovely and beautifully written.
Cheers!
Francisco
This is a lot of different places for you, my friend. The studio, the stage, the desk. All the places you find to create your dramatic art, music, and words. Maybe something for a poem in your future? Stay well!
Most certainly a poem in the future my friend. Thank you!
beautiful. you sit and create at the shrine of your life
Thank you, Beth!
This is gorgeous work Brad. You describe your creative space so well. Where we bare our raw feelings out for others to like or not. We can’t stop ourselves.
“Stained with black ink
And salted with hard tears
It becomes the womb
Of the things I think
And the things I fear”
I simply love these lines. Take the best of care sending you love, hugs and sunshine. ❤️💕🤗🌞 Joni
Thank you, Jonikins! Sending lots of love back to you! 💕💖😘
Thank you Brad I feel it all, I we can never have too much love. Have a great evening. ❤️💕🌺
you just mentioned “Anthropomorphism” yesterday; this comes pretty close, I’d say…
It touches on it for sure. Thanks, Jim!
I really enjoyed reading this! Genuine words my friend
Thanks, Mike! I appreciate your support and friendship!
This is so beautiful, Brad!! Love, love, love this one!! 😍😍
Thanks Kristian! Hoping you are both well!
This is excellent. I like the notion of seeing a desk as more than just a piece of furniture.
Thank you, Pete!
Well, many a time a non sentient object finds no meaning, like anything in the world, it gets replaced with a lesser value then sentient. But certain objects can be very dear to us, so much so it carries our essence even when we are gone, such is a magic of possessions which fail to die. No one can describe a desk as wonderfully as you Brad 🙂
Thank you my friend!