The clutter of this room depicts a place
Neglected colors hues and earth tones laid
Aside for contemplated use. Baskets
Of conventional stuff set in odd places, wheels
Half full with yarn that's dangling into the fuzz.
Oak baskets made by my own hands and that
Of the master craftsman grace this room's disarray.
Dried flowers yarn and seed await their destiny
Of useful purpose garden loom or wheel.
The state of clutter reflects my mind I reach
For glories neglected long ago. The tasks
Once left in search of knowledge laid temptingly
Before me by skilled hands far greater than mine.
And peace far stiller than any I had had. A home
Left in disarray far greater than my mind.
by Lynnae
- long ago....needs a bit of updating, but
still pertinent
