my small world
by Elouise
Living in a well-kept cave
Hunched over my desk
A mere speck of dust
On the head of a pin
I labor earnestly
To make all right within
And without my small world
Ducking my head
I make my way cautiously
Down narrow stairsteps
Into an underground cellar
Retrieving small bits and pieces
Of frozen life-support
Watching lest I bang my head
On a forgotten metal pipe
Or hefty wooden beam
Sitting at my kitchen table
Shades drawn to shut out the gloom
And chill of approaching winter
I drink to yet another day
Of life within this small abode
Lined with objects of a past
Now haunting my present as I
Dig deep searching for lost pieces
Of a life I once lived now frozen
Within ghostlike reminders
This poem captures a truth about my life. Is it overstated? I hope so. But then again….
Sometimes I use John Baillie’s Diary of Private Prayer for my morning and evening prayers. The language is a bit outdated for my ears, but this line grabbed my attention this morning, leading to the poem above.
Creator Spirit….Forbid that under the low roof of workshop or office of study I should ever forget Thy great overarching sky….
John Baillie, A Diary of Private Prayer, p. 30 (Fireside, 1996 edition)
Thankfully the sun is out today, with fluffy clouds sprinkled here and there. I want to walk this day beneath and within the roof of our Creator’s glorious, overarching sky. Indoors or out, though I’m hoping for outdoors!
Elouise♥
©Elouise Renich Fraser, 30 October 2017
Photo found at carlwozniak.com
Daily Prompt: Fluff; Gratitude
it doesn’t matter if its overstated or not, it is a creative piece born of your thoughts and feelings and there for is majestic and beautiful ❤ ❤ ❤ deep and moving, enjoy the poofy clouds and stay warm, have some comfort food and sending love and hugs too ❤
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A zillion thanks, Kim! love and hugs right back….:) I’m about to go check out those clouds right now! 🙂
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Depends on what you were drinking. 😈
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