This brings back memories of staying up all night, writing, and finally looking up to see that lamps were no longer needed. Beautiful. PS: My mother has that same desk, but with small drawers on each side of the door. I used to hide things in that nook there.
Beautiful. I love the flow of the words as I read them. And the photo as always is lovely. I can feel the peacefulness of the room. I love the crucifix tucked in the desk.
This brings back memories of staying up all night, writing, and finally looking up to see that lamps were no longer needed. Beautiful. PS: My mother has that same desk, but with small drawers on each side of the door. I used to hide things in that nook there.
Joseph, you have single-handedly taught me to love poetry. I’d like to give Jarvis a little credit but it was all you.
Jarvis would be happy to take the credit!
Beautifully written
Beautiful. I love the flow of the words as I read them. And the photo as always is lovely. I can feel the peacefulness of the room. I love the crucifix tucked in the desk.
A very deep and intimate expression of how I imagine just about every writer feels when working on their craft.
“Dawn bruises darkness” Love the imagery!
A journey of a poem. Beautiful!
gorgeous! barbed quiet is crucial to the writing experience
Wow. So good. You really had me at "barbed quiet". That's one of the best phrases I've encountered in a long time. Brilliant! ☺️🙏