It's a quiet afternoon,
the only sounds are the click of a keyboard in one room
and the clack of a type-writer in the next
Victoria has long longed for a typewriter
...since Christmas morning she is the proud owner of one:)
I remarked to her how quiet it is when two people are lost in a world of words...
Lost in a world of words
A pleasant place to be
Where thought is tossed on waves of truth
And footloose fantasy
Through phantom woods we roam
Kicking syllabic dust
Lost twixt a world of home sweet home
And winsome wanderlust
There is no here nor there
We sail and sail away
On nothing but a wooden chair
We touch worlds held at bay
Don’t look for us, my dear
The paths are strange and blurred
Lost somewhere between there and here
In wonder-worlds of word
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!