Always, I want to see
their place of work
I sit and wonder
of the artist’s desk
what trinkets, what tools
they choose
Always, I picture in my mind
the artist’s desk
and what pin-tacked postcards
what scribbled notes of inspiration
may surround it
Is it by a bright window
or in the bowels of a basement
Do they toil below a craning lamp
or by dim candle flicker
do they have a desk at all
or just a strong knee
Always, filled with nosiness
I love to imagine
the artist’s desk
the magic place
where they give birth
to what always was…
[2019]
Thanks for reading.
The Lighthouse 
A place of solitude and imagination, Great verse!!
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Thanks! I do find it so interesting, those places people let their minds relax and wander. I also wrote one based on our exchange the other day (about wondering what friends would write) it’s called Lend Me Your Light and is on here somewhere.
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Please find me the link, I’d love to read 👍🏻
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May or may not be up your street 🙂 … https://oneoftheseyears.com/2020/02/06/lend-me-your-light/
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Just commented 👍🏻😁
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I think of this too 🤔 I also like to pretend that one day I will have a pinterest worthy workspace (I won’t).
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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