Ode to a cluttered table. NaPoWriMo #19

Ode to a cluttered table

O' cluttered table;

You soothe my soul,

Lift my spirit.

I find comfort in your

Presence.

A florid runner, rosy

And lacy-- lays

Buried beneath the potpourri

Of words, tools,  synapses

Connecting thoughts, ideas,images.

This jambalaya seems random

Until the inked paper comes

Alive. Meaningful messages caress

The page; breathing life,

Newborn, alive?

Whimsical gallimaufry sates my libido.

Whether scented candle, Korean inscense,

I am free to amuse myself

With silent meditation,or

Smile, in the mirror?

First draft.......