Wednesday, March 2, 2011


His room was his room
until it was invaded by a shrieking little alien
disguised as a newborn brother
and then it was their room
an experience he’d cite years later
when holding forth on the topic
of birth control

The next twelve years were okay
except the times when his girlfriend would gaze
over his shoulder at the ceiling
and wonder what their own place would look like
which lasted exactly until he left for college
packing his dreams
but leaving her there

Nobody has personal space in college
except for ninety minute favors
so somehow he survived

No young faculty have their own office
even the rock stars
so he suffered the cramping and clutter
until he got the one little office under the stairs
and even that seemed like redemption

Then he got his own space
in his own home
and for a guy who liked to name things
that’s the only name it had
not the den
not the manspace

Set up as a study with weights
it had a nice chair and all the right tools
and it worked swimmingly well
until he forgot everything
he ever believed about birth control

But he found fatherhood to his liking
though his son was quite different than him
the mutant actually liked studying
and excelled at homework
meaning the den was taken over
and it was time to move again

Picture his exile:
the smallest room of the house
a feng shui disaster
but his precious ego
was tempered by the knowledge
that far better writers gave their lives
to work in much worse surroundings
and he’d do well to get over it
to thank his blessings
and get back to work

Inspired by Poetry on Wednesday prompt 22
The only peace that can be found is in the smallest room in the house


  1. How noble of you to make these sacrifices for your art:) I don't think you would be getting a 90 minute favour in college these days..much less count yourself as being lucky in that area.An office under the stairs or in a broom cupboard used to be the signal that you were getting the flick!Start working on that feng shui..we can't have you working in a s---
    hole!God, I'm becoming too American.. shit hole i.e.

  2. PS
    Glad to see your ego in tact and not needing more than one comment to validate your work:)

    Seriously speaking,I feel more than a little responsible for this, as I am sure if you submitted your work to any other site apart from mine, you would receive a lot of comments.

    I am flattered and surprised that you have been brave enough to support POW . As POW seems to be a community free zone I hope the POW PRINCESS can be Lady Bountiful to those intrepid poets who step through her portals.

  3. Really liked this...feel bad you had to give up your personal space...Its an alien concept for most here...I have always found place for my own even it was a chair and desk in the hall corner but I prefer the space that is called the brain where no one, not even scientists can poke around as yet.... :)

  4. I like how so many of your poems are touching, chronological strolls through your observed life. I really enjoy your style.