Written for: Sunday Muse #78
The Architect by ERIK JOHANSSON https://www.erikjo.com/
His best work, he claims, is done outdoors
where charcoal clouds can burst, pouring
ice rain on us both. He is talented,
hard-working–a perfectionist as you can
see from his crumpled up papers in garbage
can, and on floor. And he talks about me.
The mist drifts in on this cold winter
night, snow still scarring grass. He doesn’t
get it. A skimpy rug is not enough
to keep my tired old bones and joints
warm. I leave photos of outdoor heating
options all over the house to no avail.
I am likely to freeze my tail off tonight.
That’s the trouble with creative people.
So intent on their work, they forget
everyone else around them.
And forget trivia like eating and using the bathroom until it can’t be ignored any longer!
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Yes, let’s not forget that!
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Having trouble leaving a comment. Akismet is not user frièndly. I like that this poem is from the dog’s point of view.
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Love the viewpoint being from the dog Sara! You have nailed the image in verse!
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Thanks, Carrie!
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Oh, I get it…When I am in the creative zone all around me disappears. I’ve often gotten into blood sugar issues from forgetting to eat. Great write for the image!
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Thanks, Susie. Don’t forget to eat!
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…yes, they have their own little world 🙂
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and rights.
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I too had difficult commenting but let’s hope this one works.
Love the take from a dog’s viewpoint.
He might think it might be better if the architect added two more walls, put the roof on properly and lit a fire . . . lol
Nice writing, Sara.
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He didn’t want to ask for everything all at once. Thanks, Ed!
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Should be ok now I have set it up.
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I like the way you weave to the pointof your piece Sara. We creatives do too often have tunnel vision, obscurring the world around us.
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Thanks, Rob! Sometimes I need that tunnel vision.
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