You’re writing your poetry. You’re in your bedroom, at the kitchen table, a comfy living room chair, in your workshop, or you’re actually in an office… wherever you write becomes your office. And your “office” is well equipped. Choose an item in your “office” and wax poetic about its purpose. Could be a pair of slippers, a soup ladle, the remote control, a hand saw or… Whatever you find interesting in the space you occupy, be inspired and poeticize.
MY WRITING SPACE IN THIS MOMENT
what used to be here, now there
drop cloths and paint fumes
jazz notes billowing
rollers, brushes, straight edges –
that man God gave me
© Marie Elena Good, 2021
OLD SCHOOL CUT AND PASTE
Stacked back-to-back, a pile
not quite a mile high of newsprint
from our liberal rag. A bag of pages
featuring poetic thought that ought
be bound and stitched and to which
I have yet to contribute. Sundays
spend with gusto and a scissor, clipping,
snipping snippets of other poets rambles,
paper shards and the room a shambles.
Glue pot at the ready and a steady
flow of fodder to secure in scrapbook,
tomes of local poets combined, of a like mind.
I find their words stimulating, celebrating
what we are all about. Words with clout,
exhilarating and titillating, waiting
to sit and read the lot. I’ve got some catching up to do.
Life is never a waste when I cut and paste!
© Walter J. Wojtanik – 2021