Joseph Narusiewicz

(9/29/50 / So St Paul, Minnesota)

A Writer's Room


A desk by a window
A quiet room with a few antiques
Two book shelves and the internet
I visit so many poets and writers

Dawn shines on wood floors
Trees in the yard always inspire
They’re so real and unpretentious
They teach us beauty is being ourselves

The sun rises, latter the moon
Silence and ticking clocks
Pictures and photos that mean something
Sometimes I put on some music

Some can write anywhere
I seem to gather inspiration
A hot cup coffee and I am ready to go
I like this room for writing

My muse seems to like this old house

Submitted: Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, November 30, 2011
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