The Living Space
The clutter of this room depicts a place neglected,
Colors hues and earth tones laid aside for contiplated use.
baskests of conventional stuff set in odd places, Spinning wheels half full with yarn that is dangling into the fuzz.

Oak baskets made by my own hands and that
of the master craftsman grace this room’s disarray.
Dried flowers yarn and seed a wait their destiny
of useful purpose ~ garden ~ loom or ~ wheel.
The state of clutter reflects my mind.
I reach for glories neglected long ago.
The tasks once left in search of knowledge laid temptingly
before me by skilled hands far greater than mine.
And peace far stiller than any I had had.
A home left in disarray far greater than my mind.

by Lynnae McConaha