Virtual tour

Abstract Narrative

Welcome to my cavern…
A blessed respite from daily chores, though lacks a view
to nature’s call, so I’ve installed my own breeze. It whispers
across the brow and takes me on a journey to the sea,
to walk on sugared sand and pick treasures from the beach.
I’ve even brought a few back with me. When I see them,
I smile at the memory each represents. People, places–
things- salvaged from along the path I’ve walked.

I turn my head and peer at mountains rising in the west,
each one a different size, their interiors wait as precious

ores to be excavated, used and admired. These mountains

collect more dust each year, growing larger.

I look to the east and I notice a logging truck has paid a call.
It left debris scattered across a small plateau, right next to
my little pond of inspiration. It’s not very big and it’s dry at
the moment, silently wishing someone will remember
to fill it up, at least I hope so!

In the north of my domain, I have a neighbor. His ranch
is much the same, just mirrored back to back. We have a
shared business between the properties, and every once
in a while, he pops over to pick up his mail. I’m smiling now
because at the moment, it’s spitting out one letter after
next. I think I should charge him more for electricity costs.

To the south, a wooden monolith leans easily against the
cavern’s wall. When the spirit moves me, I pay homage
to its essence with the glory of the worlds colorful pigments.
Some are still scattered around its base like fresh flowers
placed around a headstone.

My little cavern nestled under the eaves, I hope you’ve
enjoyed the tour!

Author's Note

Abstract narrative of my home office: can you guess the items?

Reviews

[Aspiring Angel]

As always Sandy I am late visiting and your work is wonderful. It is always a pleasure to visit you and I promise to try to get here more often. Yeh, yeh, where have you heard that before? LOL Honest!!!

Hugs,
Lesa