06/11/2026
Check out my sweet poem shared in this anthology:
Little Calligraphy Desk
Sandy colored, wooden waves
Aspirations and hopes
Ingrained,
Inspired by dreams chasing beauty.
Thoughts of Paris and Le Provence
Victorian ladies and thank-you cards.
I want to nurture moments of stillness
As my pen hovers like a shy hummingbird,
Almost tasting the sweetness of Prose,
A nectar for the soul, for the one
Who receives slivers of my heart,
Upon the romance platter.
And so, I write, leaving traces
Of myself
Inside the lace of time.
I soak myself in this moment
Gazing upon the little calligraphy desk,
Nursing the possibility,
At the breast of opportunity,
Filled with love and wonder.
It is no longer a little calligraphy desk,
But a humble tool of transformation.
Lovingly, with every ounce of longing,
My sweet friend of self-reflection,
A destination, where time stands still,
And I’m no longer just me,
But a vessel of history.
One who shapes the future through the lenses of the past.
I’m no longer splintered by the world
As I gaze upon this wooden wonder…
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