By deevaa
Date: 3 July 2000
3 glass walls and a coffee cup.
I have this dream -- a room,
polished wooden floors
leading to a sea of windows.
in one corner a big arm chair,
framed by a coffee table.
coffee mug fighting for space with sketch pad,
(thrown absently aside).
A bookshelf stuffed with
Stoppard
and
Krantz, and every other author in between.
Across the room, my easel and paints.
every detail I remember,
never once changed.
except now.
For now, in my solitary retreat
two cups fight for space as they
silently watch over
two easels standing side by side.
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner