A Desk

Celeste St. John
A desk
A standing obelisk of various proportions
For a moment it is empty
Void of purpose
Put a pencil on it
And it becomes a writing instrument
Put a blueprint on it
A drafting table is born
Add a plant
You have a shelf for your new greenhouse
Add a jewelry box and some makeup
You just made yourself a vanity

A desk
A standing obelisk of various proportions
For a moment it is empty
Void of purpose
But in little time
It finds its purpose

Published by Celeste St. John

I write what I know. I believe what I hear. I have faith in what I cannot see. I know without knowing because I have faith. I write to let you all know what I'm seeing, hearing and knowing.  View profile

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  • Steven West4/19/2009

    Excellent poem. I'm letting you know this as I type at my desk.

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