This, in 52 words is a description for Sacha Black of my ideal work place. With requested pics. In between the pics is a 52 word poem, added this minute as an afterthought. Two for the price of one.
I need a chair and a table and a laptop and an armchair for a dog and a window for light and a radiator for when itโs cold.
Birdsong beyond the window is nice and trees bending in the wind and at night a host of stars.
The last things arenโt necessary.
Thereโs a dog in the chair by the window,
And a cat on the sill in the sun,
Thereโs a rose on the terrace in full bloom,
And the breeze sighs that summerโs begun.
All I need is enclosed in this still space,
My silence within makes it my place.
Thatโs all.
Jane Dougherty Writes 
Love Finbar asleep in the chair. โค
He’s a very faithful hound. He’ll sleep anywhere, as long as he’s asked, as long as I’m there next to him.
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A wonderful space, Jane. And a great dog!
He’s a beauty ๐ He helps write my poems though he doesn’t know it.
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Thanks for the reblog ๐
Wow, a really nice composition. Minimalistic, but true, and i thank a really good workplace for creativity. ๐
Thank you! I can’t cope with external noise and distractions. Don’t listen to music when I’m working either, because I end up… listening to the music.
Hello, oh this ways its different to me. I also need noise in the background, at best some music. But i also dont need noise from the street or machines. ๐ Have a nice day! ๐ Michael
You too, Michael ๐
That’s a wonderful space. I wish I could be so minimal, it certainly gives more room for thinking. The poem and prose together are just right. (K)
Thanks ๐ I like minimal. Husband likes it in theory but can’t overcome his natural tendency to keep everything.
Yes, I’m a hoarder too. I always thing I can make art out of everything.
That’s the trouble. Husband makes and mends things. He’s always bringing home old chairs and tables and things that could possibly be turned into a piece of furniture if you have a very vivid imagination. So we have to keep every bit of wood, piece of string, pot of paint, tube of glue, piece of cloth that might one day come in useful for mending them.
Exactly!
I just discovered this poem, and thought you might like it:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poems/detail/55520
And you were so right! Thank you. I know exactly how she feels. You should send Merril this link. I know she’ll love it too ๐
Thanks Jane, I will.
Your dog is BEAUTIFUL. I love getting to see where everyone works it’s fascinating I feel so nosey but this week was super fun
It was a good idea. You should get a job with MI5 ๐ I could take the same photo right now. Only difference is he isn’t folded up neatly, he’s fast asleep, half off the chair with his snout trailing on the floor.