Everyday Canvas

Writing Space and My thoughts on a Poem

For "Blog City ~ Every Blogger's Paradise" 

Prompt: Tell us about your writing space. Where do you write your blog posts?

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When we first moved to our house, I took a separate room to write in and my late husband had his study, but we weren’t seeing much of each other. So, we decided to unite in the family room, into which we put small desks and simple bookshelves for our immediate needs.

After him, I am still writing in the family room. On the three bookshelves against the wall are my reference books and a few favorites only. My desk holds my notebooks, both empty and half-full, and a few magazines. My laptop used to be on the desk, but about two years ago, I bought a stand so I could write or surf the web standing up.

Cute, right? But that standing up writing biz, unfortunately, never happens. Well, almost never. Instead I have cranked up my desk chair.

On the wall, to the right of me, hangs a large framed collage of family photos, for my emotional comfort. Under that frame, on the half-size bookshelf next to me I have a desk lamp, which is rarely used, unless there is no other light in the room.

This is where I write my blog posts and, at the moment, I am not standing up…as usual.

For: "Space Blog Group" 

Prompt: “Chewbecca and I traveled to a new planet” from Lostwordsmith ’s "Invalid Item" 
Read the above item.
Happy endings were real and wishes came true. Write about this from a child's view.

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For showing us the way to this poignant and beautiful poem, I am really grateful to you, Megan. I think, however, the poem is much more than a child’s view, as sweet and happy a child’s view we might assume may be.

It is also very difficult for me to take such a child’s view at this late point in my life. If I tried, I would sound fake. It may just be that I am too linear and literal. Plus, I don’t think all children share a happy outlook on life. Being an only child, overprotected and always under adult supervision, I certainly wasn’t happy all the time, and I knew that not all my wishes came true.

So, instead, let me write about the poem. As Walt Whitman said, “We convince by our presence,” I think this is a poem that convinces by its presence.

First, its construction is superb. Subject, style, content, and form are interconnected.

Then, it has its own particular music. The poet’s unique voice is there, and it sings.

Diction--although seemingly simple but it is not-- and the imagery--so poetic in a charming way--unite splendidly.

All in all, it left me in a poetic fairy dust.