I moved my desk


Writing Desk

This new position is unproved.
I think I am facing East.
At least I know it is not North
Because I faced North before
I changed position.
But then I imagine I face North all day...
It is easier for me to think that way...
I only know left when I hold my hands out
And the finger and thumb make my first initial.

I know up and down
And round about
Here and there
And roustabouts
Yet can never claim true North.

Now as I sit I face East I think
Although it could be West if I slowly blink...
Who cares?
A wall is a wall
Waiting to be plastered with
All at hand and excited ink.

Perhaps I should consider
My Southerliness.
But would not know where to put it
If I found it.

I know this...
In my unproved space
The urges remain the same.
And they are circular.







Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-07-21 at 02:47

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NicholasG
You must beware of us to the west. We can pussyfoot up behind you while you watch the dawn. Then again, not to worry. I've poked myself in the eye trying to digitally initial my moniker.
Ouch!!! :-)
2010-07-21



I am thoroughly disoriented, but thank you for the ride around your writing room. I know E. Dickinson had a small writing desk. I wonder if she moved it about the room. //My finger and thumb do the same trick.
2010-07-21