Surrounded by Instruments Lying Silent

BUSY these days
making art from dust,
the common stuff
that falls everywhere.

I start in the morning dark
with what little I have
and see where it takes me.

Learned the technique
from someone who didn’t know she was teaching it.

Not blogging much these days,
all my writing going elsewhere.
A thousand words before sunrise.

Living in a house
full of instruments
nobody here can play.
A metaphor for something, I’m sure.
It’ll come to me.

Surrounded by instruments lying silent,
but not mine.
Just wanted you to know.

Colors at the corner of Happy Lane.

About Marilyn

Reading, thinking, listening, writing and talking about faith, creativity, ESL for refugees, grief and finding the story in a story. Student of Spanish. Foe of procrastination. Cheez-it fan. People person with hermit tendencies or vice-versa. Thank you so much for reading.
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