My Room
Papers on the desktop, laptops on the bed,
sticky notes for everything I can’t store in my head:
birthdays of my family, phone numbers of friends–
all the things I need to buy, the listing never ends.
Shoes up on my night table because my new dog chews
everything that he can reach; but, especially, shoes!
Two alarm clocks, one for me for when I must get up,
the other for the medicine I must give the pup.
Stacks of books and manuscripts finished and unfinished,
and an empty Kleenex box I know should be replenished.
Flashlights, lanterns, batteries–for when the power goes out.
In the rainy season, it will happen—have no doubt.
Closets crammed from wall-to-wall with sizes twelve to grander,
I’d probably have a lot to wear if I could get a gander
at what’s inside but I’m afraid it won’t be happening soon;
for thoughts of organizing it make me want to swoon!
Many pictures on the wall and bookshelves full of books,
sculptures on the mantel, in crannies and in nooks.
There’ll be a new addition in about a minute,
for my room is not completed until I am in it!
For the dVerse Poets prompt: Rooms.
You are a well organized person, I guess….
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As much as I can manage. I keep trying, Nabeela.
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You are doing great…. I like organized people…. I am trying to be one…. But with this little guy around, I don’t want to push myself now….
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Little guys are way more important than organization. I have often said that I have to be organized because I am so disorganized!!!
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Keep it up….
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I love hope you’ve described your room.
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Yes.. it is my room..although I’m not sure whether that was meant to be a hope or a how!! Either way, thanks for the comment, Sadje. I’ve just written to your picture prompt. I love that scene. Very evocative.
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It was a how! Sorry.
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I really like both your poem and your little cave, Judy. As for “stuff”, I think that you win hands down, but then I may have more places to hide mine, except for the books which are all over the place.
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You should see my studio…
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I have seen your Studio, but it was only a limited modern electronic equivalent to a rotogravure, and it looked like you had given it a spiffing up, especially for it’s exposure to oglers like me, in this curious world.
Now mine looks like yours at about noon on Thursdays; just after Maria leaves, but in an hour or two I have things back where I can find them and relax once again. My secrete is that no one is allowed looking into my “walk in closet”, or “work shop” (where you can’t really walk or work) Maybe I should call them “climb in spaces”, where I keep my “stuff”.
I noticed you had one of Barbara Kingsolver’s three pound books on you side table. She has had an interesting background of preparation for her journalistic writing. See I am a bit nosy, when it comes to books~!
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I made and gave to Barbara Kingsolver a retablo based on The Lacuna. I got a letter from her that stated that she had put it on the window ledge in the kitchen opposite the entrance to her house. She said every person who entered would look at it and then realize it was about The Lacuna, and say, “How did this come about?” She said she always answers, “Magic!” I met her in San Miguel which is where I gave her the retablo. Unfortunately, I have lost the letter!
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But did you take a photo of the retablo~?
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Of course. Always.
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This was wonderful!
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Thanks, Dale.
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Nice ending and sound throughout. A room is not complete until we are in it.
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Thanks, Frank. Thank goodness for our comfortable places.. especially right now when the world is not so happy with us.
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love the rhyme and that it’s so obviously you!
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Thanks, Kate. Yes.. has always been important to me to make wherever I am “me.” Even when it is a dirt-floored house made out of dung in Africa..
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yes I found that being nomadic it’s easier to adapt with familiar things in one’s personal space.
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Agree completely.
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Sounds so familiar! Some days when I just feel like carrying EVERYTHING out and starting again. Do you ever have thoughts like that?
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No the thought of carrying everything out exhausts me. I think of getting rid of books but it is like expunging family members.. can’t do it. Even my husband’s books which I never read.. or have already read.
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I started to sing Mary Poppins? These are a few of my favourite thins as I started to read 😀 😀
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Ha! re/ Mary Poppins, Bushboy. No magic umbrella though, have to travel the hard way between bookcases.
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wonderful rhythm to this poem and a room vividly stacked – lovely humour too with the shoes and the chewing pup. Thank you for creating your room for us for this prompt!
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Love the vividly stacked. a great phrase, Laura.
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Sorry to ask, as it may be obvious to those who know your home, is this a bedsitter, a bedroom, or is it your lounge/living room ?
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My bedroom.
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Thank you 🙂
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So many things you can fit in a room if you just keep it organized.
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Sounds perfect! (K)
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Love the poem, and the ending!
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Thanks, Portland..
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Your room sounds like a warm, creative place. I really enjoyed reading about it.
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Your bedroom is you!
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It is..as your new little hive is you.
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