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A faint shift moves along the skirting,
lifting a thread of dust into a slow turn
before letting it fall back into place.
The table grain keeps its line
as light settles across it,
steady in how it meets each ridge.
Near the windowframe,
air shifts a single curl of curtain,
in a withdrawing sway
a little inward for balance.
The chair beside me adjusts by a fraction,
its weight finding the floorboards
with a sighing that feels familiar.
I sit inside this arrangement,
matching the posture the space has chosen,
drawn into a sketchbook's open page.
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Here a portrait in poetic form a snapshot in time frozen yet still animated by the lighting and dust. It is poetic just as a Monet painting is. Nicely done my friend
Oh, Monet; that's great to hear. Probably the first link to him received. Thanks Soren. 🙏🕊️
A pleasure my friend
Much enjoyed read
Thanks Norman, most appreciated🙏🕊️
most welcome
Once upon a time this would be how it was.
No distractions, just the sketchbook and pencil and imagination.
You can see why those paintings are the masters of their time.
There are too many stimulants and distractions these days, one can suppose. 🙏🕊️
This is so delicately observed—it feels like the room is breathing and you’ve tuned yourself to its rhythm. Nothing dramatic, just small adjustments, and yet they carry a quiet gravity.
What really holds it together is that last movement: you don’t just describe the space, you submit to it—“matching the posture the space has chosen.” That’s a beautiful inversion. The world isn’t arranged around you; you’re sketched into it.
That was the most difficult line to get right in this poem. It felt a bit long and windy in comparison to its neighbouring lines. But happy that the gamble worked. And indeed being sketched into the world is the feel that was being aimed for. Your most valued review is greatly appreciated 🙏🕊️
Pa Larkin would say this was perfick .. & I would feel obliged to agree .. Neville
Invoking Larkin has one quaking in their boots! Cheers, Neville 🙏🕊️
A fine write A.
Thanks so much O 🙏🕊️
Nicely done
Grateful to you, Friendship 🙏🕊️
Monet. Yes. But also Vermeer.
Liked it.
Now Vermeer had been deliberately smeared in words on several poems, yes. Glad that has been picked up on. Now, Monet must have gotten in the by osmosis and permeation. Again, most grateful.🙏🕊️
The stillness here is loud. Dust thread, sighing chair, light on the grain... then "drawn into a sketchbook's open page" flips it all. Beautiful work.
the flip is quite the little reward at poem's end. Thanks Salvia. Glad the twist made it across. 🕊️🙏
Fine words Rik, life can be like this.
Andy
Thanks Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
arqios, this really slowed me down in the best possible way. So much of life feels hurried, but this invites a different pace altogether...one where simply paying attention becomes enough. I found that deeply calming, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
At the threshold we warmly invite, the rest is rsvp, isn’t that the way? 🙏🏻🕊️
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