My Writing Desk
August 2, 2008
Circular streams, course from one open window
Through to the next, across my writing desk
Where a laptop gently purrs its echo
Of my ceaseless thoughts and dreams statuesque.
The shimmering sea inside harbour walls
Toys with my senses high above the trees,
That stand, looking up in their genteel shawls
To the ridge where I sit with Summer breeze;
A cat extends her paw and gently plays
With sheets of paper on a wooden chair,
Distracting esurient eyes sideways,
Followed by a tender smile, playful glare,
A teasing cry, then kiss, then stroke, then tap,
Typing, focused, poetry, to unwrap.
© Edward Beaman-Hodgkiss
Written in response to the poetry prompt on this website.
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