Killjoy
Perhaps,
If I were in a room
with a bare floor
and no furniture
no pictures on the walls
no bloody phone
or television…or computer,
no books
or old photos, letters
and memories–
no windows–
only my imagination
and a pen (or two)
an empty notebook…
fresh thoughts
and ideas
(might be ideal conditions
for a fruitful harvest).
Instead,
I’m getting calls
asking if I’ve heard
of some new grocer
who delivers (he can’t
get off the phone fast enough when I tell him I don’t eat meat!)
Someone else wants to send me on a fantastic vacation
because I’m a “winner”.
A UK lottery is e-mailing me
to say I’ve lucked out to the tune of
a MILLION POUNDS or Euros (or something).
Oh, and my bank account’s messed up,
apparently, although I don’t actually have an account
with that bank.
The cats are tripping me up;
making their plays;
mewling their pathetic whiny, grating, trilling
noises,
as if I hadn’t fed them the best food on the market
two hours since;
as if I just ignored them
and never stroked them
or spoke to them like children.
As if!
How sad am I?
And always this knot,
in my stomach—eating away,
just gnawing; knowing I can’t get away–
can’t go far, find any peace
to just release the pen;
let it take over–
scribble any old thing
in an effort to produce a gem,
a jewel in the crown of my
achievements–
just let the pen
have its way with me.
I need some space.
Oh Kat, you can't know how appropriate this was for me today, but I have no doubt a lot of comments will be saying the same thing!Thanks for sharing your frustrations so eloquently.
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Me too. Me too.
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I loved it, esp. the part about “the cats tripping me up; making their plays; mewling their pathetic whiny, grating, trilling noises, as if I hadn't fed them the best food on the market two hours since; as if I just ignored them and never stroked them or spoke to them like children. As if!” I only have Mr. Jones and that describes him perfectly. The neighbor lady and her daughter come by to visit quite often, and want to hold him and play with him, but he hates them and won't allow them to play with him, but, a few minutes later he is in my face wanting me to play with him, while they have to set and watch him. It's as if he's telling them, “she is the only one I play with, go home!” LOL Mr. Jones as a mind of his own.I think we all can relate to the poem today. I love my space and my quiet time.Have a great week!
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Such great details. Some times I've thought I'd keep track of just how many millions of dollars/pounds/euros I win every day in spam emails! Hang in there, Kat!
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I think a lot of writers can relate to this one, Kat. I've added all of our phone numbers to the national “do not call” directory and we don't get all those sales calls anymore. Do they have such a thing up there?
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Titus – I'm glad to know that.Carolyn – You're in!Ann – I love that name, Mr. Jones (there's a song by Counting Crows, you know). Multiply your aggravation by 4 and see if you don't lose your mind, occasionally. ha haJohn, we could probably buy our own island somewhere and finally work in peace, IF we truly had accumulated such wealth.Willow – I did the same thing, and for a while it was going well, but lately they're coming out of the woodwork!
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the world is so loud, even in our silence, when we find it…may you find some peace today to let your pen play…
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In all the hubbub your pen wrote a wonderful gem! Thank you. I enjoyed this one immensely!
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So hard, Kat, to find peace and space.Have you tried staying up all night? The world is a very different place at 3am ,you will feel alone on the planet, which is either great or scary depending on what kind of life you have!
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We are most ourselves when we write (those of us that do). I wish we could hang a “Do Not Disturb” sign on our mind sometimes. Or how about “Occupied.”
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Kat, I should do this more! Can never fing the time to jot down my thoughts. No worries about the UK lotto( spammer gets 'em-HA! )and I just le the phone answerer pick up. Most times it's a bloody telemarketer, anyway…ho hum. Enjoy your week 🙂
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Me, too! Actually, when school starts up next week I plan on experiencing some solitude! :)Kat, I thought of you a few days ago. For the first time we bought our oldest some dress shirts for college. You know, the kind of shirt with the collar and sleeve measurements instead of a mere S, M, or L. As I took them out their packages and started a little pile of straight pins, your beautiful poem came back to my mind! 🙂
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The frustration in this comes through loud and clear. Really strong!
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I can quite understand the content of this wonderful poem.I am currently, and most unusually, all by myselfand still failing to write……maybe because it is so beastly hot and sultry…all best wishes
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Very detailed, this piece! Loved it! Keep writing!!!
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Like several of your readers, I can so identify with this one – great poem Kat but not such a good day huh? (know the feeling).Hope the rest of your week is so much better!Jeannex
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How often I feel like this! Substitute a few details, and it could be me. Here's wishing you (and me) the time and inspiration we need!
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Great description. I absolutely HATE the telephone anymore. Most of the meaningful people in my life first contact me via email or Facebook's In-box, bloggyland, etc. When my land line rings, I am automatically suspiscious. I only give my cellular number to family members. Isn't it amazing how many stupid little things can distract us from our art?
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Do people realize we need some quiet to think? I truly can relate to this also. I am pulled so many ways when I am at work. But then I must pay the bills and I'm so tired by the time I get home I'm lucky I can look at blogs and stay sane. You are a great writer. I find frustration pulls the muse around and around and then I can come up with something. Kat, I always love your work. trish
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I love this, Kat!
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Wow Kat, I definitely feel that. I dream of a far far away place, in the solitude of nature just to write words that nurture my soul, but stuck I am often in the rut of everyday life. I feel you on this one for sure!
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you and me both aghhh
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There's a Henry David Thoreau bursting to get out, Kat! Honestly expressed!
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Oh, such sad reality… and yet we are addicted to our distractions!
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Great work Kat. I feel your frustration with everything around you. I feel a bit like that when I have a new picture inside me just bursting to get out and I have to go and do this and that before I can get on with it. I would like to draw without interruption but it just doesn't happen.Love the copse poem too.
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I am right with you on this. Sometimes, sometimes a little bit of space would help me just, I don't know, just be a wee bit creative.
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