I do love a good challenge! Jane Dougherty tossed this one out there and I couldn’t resist.
Across the room from you (my favorite view)
Mom’s chair (she never did understand my poetry; not enough flowers and sunshine in those words.)
Refurbished Dell (necessary evil with stickers from the vegetarian tea place and Trader Joe’s)
The pen you gave me for Christmas two years ago (because writers understand each other)
Notebook (with ‘Jilly’ and doodled vines on the back cover)
Several Unreasonable poems and drafts
and 1 Haiku written by you (it was a joke; so like you to make me laugh)
These are the Remains of the Day
along with the obligatory cup of coffee (in that sunshine and flowers cup)
© Jilly’s Words & Photo
Jilly's 
The desk is reasonably cluttered. Nice yellow cup!
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Black sheep?!? Hard to believe! As I read your poem through a second and a third time I learned a lot about you… it’s a puzzle that unpacks and pieces itself together. At least you have bright and cheery coffee!
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Cheers!
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I enjoyed reading this and would like to try writing about my own “work space” (which might be interesting because I don’t even have a desk!).
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Me, neither! Just a chair and cluttered little table in the living room, or whatever coffee shop is available. Look forward to it!!
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I must apoligize, Jenna. Your kind comment on Day 14 – Proverb of Unreason was read by me, but is lost in cyberworld. I work a day or two ahead on those posts and accidently scheduled tomorrow’s post for today. When I rescheduled it, your words were lost. (Too much stress at the moment – I shouldn’t try to operate heavy machinery or WP posts 🙂 ) Enjoy your weekend, my friend!
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A fun read!! Love this peek into your writing space.
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Thanks!
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Thanks for letting us visit! You work in a seriously writerly space. But I love the tender touches—the ‘you’ who writes jokey haiku—makes it a real piece of your life 🙂
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So glad you could stop by for a cup of coffee! This was a fun prompt, although I went a tiny bit dark with it.
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I didn’t get the dark. I wonder if your mother not finding enough sunshine in your poems was because she didn’t want to associate her daughter with darkness and unhappiness.
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Yep – and the irony is that the chair where much of my writing happens was hers.
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But you’re showing her (wherever she is) that it hasn’t hurt you, you enjoy it, and she is indirectly contributing to your enjoyment. ‘waves’ to invisible mother spirit 🙂
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While we had divergent ideas about art of all types, she taught me a great deal about mischief and how to get into it. 😉
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We are all talented in one way or another 🙂
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