The confines of my paralyzed condition
hinder not my senses or imagination
Unfettered
A chariot of feathery clouds
escort me to ethereal wildflower fields
Overflowing with dancers just like me running free
Whilst on earth
A leafy ballet romances my eyes
as a balmy breeze caresses
The graceful branches of our shady elm
peeping through my window blinds
Symphonic gusts, rhythmic drizzle,
together with hazy sunshine
Warm and serenade me
While the set-on-too-cool air-conditioner
chills me and growls
Within my version of an English garden
Plum and caramel walls envelop me
Expresso frames adorn family photos
A parfait of flowers grace my Cherry wood dresser
Melodies flowing from my laptop
permeate the air I breathe
Bewildering and rendering the chains of my bed prostrate
all rights reserved ©Nancy Jean Walker
Living life, bedridden, how I ended up this way and how I cope
Categories: A Poem, Dealing with Disability, Poetry, Prose
Nancy Jean Walker - Loving Life Fully 
Very ethereal – beautiful
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I like you poem, Nancy. I like how you take the common place and make it etheric (to sort of borrow the word from the previous comment – so appropriate).
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