"Finals" response to the "Topic": Writing |
Mahogany Desk. The bright flow of computer cords, another triumph over dreamscapes. Much can be praised when the subject is writing. Depend on the chair. I have flooded light to it, perfect in my pouting pose, nonchalantly blessed, prudent as a pen can get, just to sit there. Can I rest up in again? Finding my space gives me warm possibilities to navigate my map of Planet Knowledge and carries me away like an Egyptian baby in a basket. I love to lounge with the friend of a friend in my chair, perking up with allegiances over wordy camaraderie. I welcome the pad and pen intelligently addressing the honed guest of honor. Much has been said about the Bleed. Finishing the taste of pretty commas, and women with mocha,rose,tangerine,cloud nine pink, ruby red, or vanilla periods. Genuine fantasies in practical synopses. I happilly work my agile wrists to the bone. I will swoon over the foxes and sleep with fondest memories, notation a la'mode, never to stumble would be a lie. Here I go, up a high hill with sure-footed steps gauging time where mango fruits might be picked for the Verse's best feasts. I step away from the chair, admiring soft leather in all its brilliance. Waterlilies, trust me. It was my own fantasy to mark the Moor in a time of sadness, now it is my duty to speak of matters I alone feel moved to tears about in this stately chair, all, for those who relish the language of my febrile, fanciful utopia. |