Monday, August 3, 2009

My Chair is My Window: OSI

photo by Kathie with the Nikon D80
My chair becomes my window
As I relax into a dream
In my secret garden
Where all my thoughts take wing
I fly out thorough this window
To galaxies beyond
I visit many places
I have never been before
I feel the earth beneath me
And a zephyr brush my face
I feel the warmth of sunlight—
Breathe the fragrance of new mown hay
I hear bird song in my ear and
The voice of love calling my name
In my secret garden
As I relax into my chair,
As I relax into a dream.

~Kathie 8-3-09

19 comments:

  1. I never thought about writing a poem about a chair. It's a lovely one and the photo is stunning.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Oh the beauty of secret gardens and quiet reverie.
    "the voice of ove calling my name"
    your poem: lovely, gentle and inspired. thank you

    ReplyDelete
  3. Oh, I want a chair like that - both physically and metaphorically! I love the bird song in my ear and love calling my name. Great lines.

    ReplyDelete
  4. There's nothing better than sitting in the garden...your poem is lovely, and I love the photo!

    ReplyDelete
  5. What a nice take on this prompt. A place that offers the peace that allows the dreaming....A window, even if it is a chair.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Diane, I took this photos months ago and tweaked the colors to be more intense. I had been waiting to use it and finally found the perfect marriage of this OSI prompt and the photo. The 2 just seemed to go together! Thanks for stopping by. I know it has been way too long since I have posted here!

    gabrille, thank you so much. I wasn't sure if anyone would get this but I guess I hit a common note!

    Quiet paths, I bet you can find or invent one in your own yard! Thank you for your comment.

    Bobbie, thank you and thanks for visiting my blog.

    Sweetness in the gale, I like your name! Thank you for your visit and your kind comment.

    Sandy, I am so glad you liked it! and I'm glad to finally be back! Thank you for visiting!

    ReplyDelete
  7. How perfectly lovely this poem is - lyrical and magical. Perfect, indeed! And the photo is charming and inviting.

    ReplyDelete
  8. The beautiful photo of your chair caught my eye but the poem captured my attention as I enjoyed reading it.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Tumblewords, thank you.

    Maggie, I'm glad you were so captivated!

    ReplyDelete
  10. Kathie, I hadn't thought of it like this, but my back porch rocking chair is also a window. With or without binocluars, we live on a golf course.
    Your other blog with your desert walks shows your other window.
    Thank you for the thoughts here,
    ..

    ReplyDelete
  11. I don't know that I'd ever get out of that chair, quite frankly.

    Thank you for your comment on my offering. I am glad your "Linda" had someone like you to care for her.

    ReplyDelete
  12. Oh Kathie, I am so glad I have found this blog as well. The picture of the chair, the poem are lovely....and relaxing.
    Thank you for sharing...:-) Bernie

    ReplyDelete
  13. Jim, glad to give you a new perspective!

    Patois, thank you also.

    Bernie, I am so please you like it here in the shade of my Poet Tree!

    ReplyDelete
  14. It´s a beautiful thought to relax into a dream in a comfy chair, but is that chair really the one? Never seen a garden chair like that.

    ReplyDelete
  15. Well written for sure.. I will take the time to look through some of your others now Kathie.
    I came by to say a big thank you for visiting my post about Ammon Wrigley and for taking the time to read it.. it was long and I did wonder about posting it at all... I am very glad I did as it as stirred some interests and a number of emails.. Sometimes our blogging take us places we never thought they would.
    Thank you again
    Tom

    ReplyDelete
  16. A chair can be our magic carpet when our hearts are qiet we can spread out the whole unverse around us.

    Kathie, a grazier here is like a rancher in the US. Smaller properties were often worked from a house in a village, or had a village grow near by because of the road.

    ReplyDelete
  17. chrome 3d, that is not my chair, but it is a garden chair. I took this photo outside an art gallery, then tweaked the colors to be more vibrant. I had been wanting to use this photo for something and the prompt and the photo inspired the poem!

    Tom, thanks for stopping by again. I am always glad to see you!

    Arija, AH! Thanks for the education!

    ReplyDelete
  18. "chair becomes your window"
    From your poem, I can easily imagine you there- lovely words

    great photo of the intricacy and delicacy of the special chair.

    Click here

    ReplyDelete

Welcome to my Poet Tree. Enjoy your visit here. Just remember, all spam will be removed like dead leaves from under a tree, but sincere comments will always be welcome and appreciated!