Night Lamps on the mind.

A cool, drizzly sort of day, already dark. I like that, the sense of comfort that it generates today, my desk, salt lamp on, the light of the computer screen, window blind still up, chirpy green of rocket and parsley growing close by outside lit up the my office light, the dog in her basket near my feet, her sighs as she nestles into my discarded t-shirts, my wife in the other room listening to music and playing a computer game. It reminds me of the times I’ve stayed up very late, studying and writing papers, those times when concentration is easier, more focused, when silence seems to hum, when the critical voice in the head takes a rest, when it’s ok to be ok, when enough is enough and as it is and nothing more, when night meets day and day, night.

About bydda88

I love poetry, writing, especially writing as healing, as touching the sacred, being touched. And place, places dreaming us, us them. Coasts, rivers, canyons; the ordinary things too, the small things, gestures that reach out.
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One Response to Night Lamps on the mind.

  1. AJ says:

    I love the way you construct scene, draw the reader into the setting to experience the ‘cool, drizzly – day – [and] dark’, and the sense of ‘comfort that it generates’.
    The reader is placed there in the ‘already dark’ day, looking around both at the early darkness, the contrasting illumination, a perhaps organised or cluttered desk adding to the richness of the scene’s mystery and reinforcing the sense of comfort that the day generates, the computer glare almost an imposition but offset by the healing quality and softness of the salt lamp’s light.
    The senses are drawn together to complement the setting and a deep sense of psychological well-being, enhanced by aural, visual and olfactory imagery not the least the evocative gustatory lick of rocket and parsley that refresh the drizzly day and dreamy sense of comfort.
    ‘The dog in her basket near my feet’ – ‘my wife in the other room listening to music and playing a computer game’ evoking a strong sense of time that reinforces not only the sense of contentment to which the author refers, but to the abstraction of time present and time past in which lateness, contrasting the early darkness twist the poetic narrative of identity, deepens the roots of knowing reminiscent of the individual as being in close proximity with self and other, both actively engaged within the framework of the structure of narrative that expresses ‘This is who I am -‘ in relation to Other – The I and You of being, at one with the world – looking out and looking in; and engaged in the writerly act of simply being – Actively engaged and at rest in the round of the reflective self-bridging worlds that like the ‘discarded t-shirts’ are within easy reach of the mind’s eye…
    The accompanying image is another story and beautifully constrains yet liberates focus.

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