Folding table next to my desk,
lately cloaked in old, sticky-backed
fabric, mauve roses and bosky
leaves protecting ten years of petrified acrylic
beneath, one dried artistic explanation atop
another. That’s where I feed the cat.
The room smells like fish.
Copyright January 1, 2013
You will see a series of these poems, inspired by Satyavani Fiona Robyn’s Mindful Writing Challenge 2013, during which we compose what she calls “one small stone” per month. A small stone describes something near the writer, something to help get you to notice and focus (big challenges for me). I will try to do this more than once a month, yielding many, many concrete poems. Thank you, Satyavani, for your inspiration and dedication to people like me!