Zig-zag, zesty southwest patterns
paint pillows, ramble `cross rugs,
complement sculpted vases
of intricate Indian design. Puzzle-
pieced giraffes, wooden elephants,
camels, and proudly posed lion
kings inhabit top cover
of an antique ice chest. Curled
on couch, I survey my room
of living. Why, I wonder,
does this collection of lines,
shapes, and vivid colors,
comfort me? Is it a swan song
to wilder days, youthful ways,
traveling backwards in arm
chair adventures? Sitting
here writing, I turn, pause
to peer at backyard of wild grasses,
hummingbirds flitting here to there,
and water rippling down rock. I think
my home provides a formula,
tested and proven to rocket
my imagination to soaring
heights of seated journeys.
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This is beautifully written with lots of strong imagery.
Eliz
Thanks, Eliz!
A strong sense of belonging to a place is one of the delights of life. You have summed up yours beautifully.
Thanks, Viv!