Smidgens
Posted on May 13, 2016 by Elan Mudrow
I adorn my interior
With sticks of wood furniture
I like better than other
Sticks of wood furniture.
I decorate with images
Carefully copied printed
or freehanded,
Upon canvas and paper
Meeting my criteria of
What images should look like…..splattered
Upon canvas, prints, and paper.
I meticulously vacuum rugs
Placed into squared perfection,
In line with walls and molding
While other rooms contain
Wall-to-wall carpet,
Covering,
Every space of the naked floor.
The desk is situated
Where desks belong,
Until the harebrained scheme
Moves it to another location.
It returns to its former self, later.
Refrigerators and ovens
Never move. They’re boring.
I chase televisions
Throughout the house,
They constantly move.
They can’t be trusted.
I use the backdoor
As my front door,
Until someone knocks,
Then, I became confused.
I place the bookcase
Where all can see it.
Collectables of varying worth,
Placed strategically, as if
is a self-determination,
Not influenced by
Past events
But, there is the residue
From old price tags
Handwritten, typed
Word processed upon
The surface of all
The objects of décor
I, willingly, decorate with
Category: PoetryTags: Blog. OnWritingPoetry, Interior Decorating, Life, Love, Poem, Poetry, Writing
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I absolutely loved this. Great read and very well written!
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Loved it.
I too love to decorate my interiors with books.
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Just beautiful, very clever!
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I like your design, , very nice picture
Regards,
-Nove Home-
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Love this!!
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very talented!
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I like your decorating sense!
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Ah … absolutely I never trust a TV! This poem is great.
Jazz
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Check your fung shui, boo! Start using that front door. 😀 (I do move my fridge a lot though, is that weird or what?)
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Loving your blog.. so unique. Well done x
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This is delightful! I read, the house in your mind, how it looks in there.
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As always, your words are perfect.
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You get me!
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The wood engraving is striking in its clarity. Your words do the same for your poem. I like this.
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I was charmed by this piece – the way you built an eerie relationship with inanimate objects is excellent, but more than that, that you can describe the scenes so vividly and yet I could not take away anything perfectly clear… it’s slippery, and it’s genius!
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Amazingly meticulous description….Every space of the naked floor and Televisions that move and can’t be trusted …Refrigerators and ovens that stand still ….It is like a gallery of metaphors…..like an invitation to visit a self that knows to hide and let you wonder…..!
Thanks for showing me how to use simple metaphors.
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And a beautiful one that I can especially relate to.
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My house is a poem.
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I like your house.
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“I chase televisions through the house … They can’t be trusted”. You have made my day.
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According to psychological theory there is a close relationship between ones immediate self-created environment and ones internal mental condition. Yours sounds interesting and comfortable, though a bit unpredictable. Sally
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I love the part about the televisions, and the back door. 🙂
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Thank you!
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A beautifully written poem 🙂
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The way a room should be decorated, with love. Beautiful poem.
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Love this! I too “decorate” my interior with books and art… 😉
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Reblogged this on chithankalai.
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this is such a beautiful picture… just amazing!!
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<3<3<3!!!
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❤ this
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