In another world . . .

In another world I am carefree . . . 

 

I wake up to the peace of the countryside 

one of a country far from my own 

 

I gracefully float through the rituals of the morning 

step by step crafting the artistry which is my morning cup of coffee 

 

I am sipping my coffee somewhere cozy, perhaps on an oversized chair 

one adorned by house plants  

with a side table crowded with books  

 

I am looking out a large window, into a garden 

the sky is grey but that still brings joy. 

 

 

In another world I am peaceful . . . 

 

I take the time and care to hand wash my coffee mug and plate 

for no reason other than sometimes the ritual of skipping automation brings solitude 

 

I take my pup for a walk along the country roads first, and then into town 

enjoying the slow awakening of the world around me, I am a part of a quotidian ceremony 

 

I pick out fresh food for my day's meals 

i could purchase a week's worth of food and avoid the morning routine to the market, but it brings me joy 

 

If I want, I stop in a store which catches my eye 

a bookstore, despite being in no need or shortage of books 

a coffee shop to bring home a fresh croissant 

the whims of each day change, thankfully. 

 

In another world I am gleeful to begin my day . . . 

 

I sit at my desk 

staring at my window into nature  

and I simply write 

 

Here I am creative, I have escaped the confinement of schedules, of meetings 

here I am not constricted through any limitations placed on me by others 

 

I write and I read 

i have escaped fitting thoughts, words, and numbers into small boxes which makeup larger rows and columns. 

 

In another world I am cozy . . . 

 

In my home I am surrounded by greenery, fresh flowers 

nothing I own does not make me happy 

my surroundings are perfectly crafted to make me feel at home, cheerful, to bring me what they call hygge 

 

I make each meal with precision 

i soak in the event like the beautiful process that it is 

enjoying each and every slice with the knife 

allowing the music of sizzles and sears to take over my mind  

with each breath comes the smell of my meal, of the food I so appreciate, 

i gain one more moment of appreciation in my day. 

 

I sit with my book in my chair, or maybe my bed 

before I drift off into peaceful sleep  

encumbered by nothing  

but the excitement to simply repeat all these little moments of joy and simplicity tomorrow, 

and then again, and again. 

 

In another world I am happy.                                  

 

Author's Note

A stream of consciousness poetry piece I wrote recently, have just started getting into poetry as a creative writer so please be kind :)

Reviews

[Euphoric bibliophile]

It was raw! and I find raw stuff way more relatable than the most edited pieces of prose, and poetry. I liked the imagery very much. I can relate to it a lot since I am a huge imaginer and a new writer

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

In another world, we would all choose to live contrary to the life we are living in the here, the now. This speaks of all the splendors that come with simplicity, the unbridled joy of just being who and what we truly want to be, unmolded by the demands of daily life. It speaks to your heart's desire, one which I believe every effort should be made to make it come to fruition. We deserve peace and tranquility. This is wonderfully penned.

[willweb]

I found this to be so beautifully dream-like and one I enjoyed sharing with your words on this day. Everything I have read in your poem, I have dreamed or imagined but have never tried to write it out like you have and you have done a wonderful job of that. I just love the theme and the thoughts of this. This line in particular I found really says it all...'nothing I own does not make me happy' How cool is that. Your poem is amazing and one of the best I have read in sometime.

[Planet x]

It is beautiful ,
You created multi beautiful worlds with your words

[Emma Judge]

Thank you so much, this means a lot to me :)

[Euphoric bibliophile]

Are you a new writer or just a new poet.