My Favorite Place to Write

The ramblings from a sleep-deprived poet

Image by A. N. Tipton from Pixabay

My favorite place to write,
is amongst the trees,
great lumbering giants
whispering their secrets
in the language
of absorbed silence.
I hear them,
not in words and language,
but in the peace
of their
magical presence,
lending to the
cocreation
of words.

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My favorite place to write,
is in a red velveteen chair,
price swapped by the
previous reluctant owner
from a thrift shop
a couple decades ago.
The springs are poking through,
a little threadbare,
a small tear here and there,
but the red chair
has absorbed
all the energy of
my words
escaping the confines
of my soul.