In My Own Space
The World has a loud voice
with which she shouts in brassy tones,
as she crashes into my personal space,
wearing a different face with each
unannounced arrival.
Then fusses around my brick-a-brack,
making cracks about how this, or that,
lacks elegance or verve, and with
bone-chilling nerve, is indifferent
to any response I might offer.
Lock my doors against her, but
it does no good. She seeps through
the very wood of furniture and fixings,
bringing a thousand varied mixings
of what she thinks is new,
therefore important.
Used to chase her through these rooms,
trying to get her to settle down, but
she’d only frown, then fly into a rage
because I wasn’t turning the pages
fast enough to keep up with her
ever-changing demeanor.
Have learned to play dumb, actually
softly humming when she comes now,
through whichever threshold she chooses.
She finds me in my chair, sometimes pats
my hair, while whispering about the loss
of a mind when she finds me coloring.
Just smile and nod, acting in a somewhat
distracted fashion, then watch her leave
in silent grief, at this waste of her time
and effort. Knowing full well that she
will return, always wearing that face
of just one more better place, she alone
thinks I need to fit into.
Elizabeth Crawford 2/2/09
For Poets United: Poetry Pantry – 2/3/13
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Oh my God! Did my mother come see you too??? That is a great poem! I loved it!
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Sorry, have never met your Mom. I had a lot of fun with this and its a good way to balance some of the frustration and stress of simply trying to live my own life. You know, the one that I choose.
Elizabeth
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I can relate to the “learning to play dumb” and like the way you end this.
I know I was feeling a bit angsty when I wrote it, and it felt good to play with the words and the feelings. I often feel that people tell us to be a certain way so that they can feel comfortable, no matter how it might make us feel. Thanks for the visit,
Elizabeth
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A great way to understand a life. excellent words.
Thank you Anthony, glad you enjoyed it,
Elizabeth
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Wonderful, and ultimately rejecting the hermetic life as I see it.
Matthew, I often tell others that I am a quasi-hermit and I happen to like that about me. I don’t feel that I am rejecting, so much as protecting my own inner space from getting too cluttered. Thanks for reading,
Elziabeth
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This poem resonated for me and I can relate to the speaker so well. Often like to push the world out the door! Loved the internal rhymes too!
Thanks for reading WabiSabi. Just read your poem and feel like it is still vibrating through my being.
Elizabeth
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HA! that’s the way to deal with her!
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Thanks Dani, although I know I have need of it, the outside world still manages to confuse me more than anything.
Elizabeth
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Yes, that world really likes to interfere with what YOU want to do, doesn’t it? I like that you have become very good at ignoring her and her judgments and doing what YOU want to do with your time & ‘coloring’ your time with your own chosen brush.
Thanks so much Mary, I like the way you put that, and yes, I am coloring my time,
Elizabeth
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WOW, such a vivid piece. Lovely
When I get angsty, I usually get a bit creative, especially with words. Thanks for the comment,
Elizabeth
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Cannot tell you how much I love this poem that tells of judgment and assumptions and boxes into which we ought fit.
And I love that I have reached an age when those worldly expectations count far less than they ever did.
Amen, to that, Kim. Thanks for the read,
Elizabeth
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I got SUCH a hoot out of this poem, kiddo…..LOVE! IT! As you know, I, too, am a hermit – in an effort to protect my space. I so know what you mean, trying to guard a life of our choosing when there are so many demands on our time………..
If it were just time being demanded, I think I could handle it better. It’s the need to change me, my person, my beliefs that bothers me. At my age, you’d think people would realize they are not going to succeed in that arena, yet they go right on trying. Okay, I’m stepping down from the podium. I loved your piece about the raven, sister,
Elizabeth
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A good approach to finding peace within the whirlwind of demands. Nicely done.
Thank you Photo Diction, I especially liked your poem today and the photo that accompanies it,
Elizabeth
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This speaks to me so vividly–I want to burn my to-do list along with its push and pull—Lovely write!
I keep my to-do list up inside my head. Have chided myself for not making a real physical one, but get tired at just the thought. Thanks for your comments,
Elizabeth
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I enjoyed reading this, Elizabeth. I too like to leave the world behind sometimes but it always intrudes.
Yes it does Paul, and most often doesn’t wait for an invitation. Thanks for reading and commenting,
Elizabeth
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