5.24.2013

This Room Has No Title

I sit, contained
by four white walls,
my back to a window
and the bucolity beyond:
Conifers, bike paths,
raindrops, rolling greens.
I face a screen, drink coffee,
type on a keyboard,
plotting my dream-escape
in excel cells.

Fireblossom asked the Real Toads for a poem in which the physical setting is integral.
Posted by Marian at 10:38 AM
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24 comments:

  1. I love the title of this poem. Are we spending too much time in front of our computer monitors, when there's a beautiful world just beyond these walls?

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    1. Not when month in month out there is a howling storm and pelting hail interspersed with rain and just above freezing temperatures out there: as there is right at this moment in the last week of May.
      I love being behind glass and looking at what greenery manages to resist the weather.
      Thank goodness for the monitors!And the people on the inside of them.
      I just worry about marian sitting with her back to the windows. Can't you line the real and unreal up side by side?
      How can I translate this into a poem to go with my pictures.....

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  2. Perfect fulcrum between two spaces, and the more we turn to one the less we use the other.

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    1. Not necessarily...I have to be contradictory yet again, but my newly acquired pedometer tells me that I take approx 10 thousand steps per day, both inside and outside the house, adding up to 58 miles over the past two weeks.

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  3. Aprille, first impression: You live inside but are cognizant of and respectful of the beauty beyond. I get that, being from Wisconsin, where five months a year are about all we get of the outdoors, unless one cares to bundle up with Randy in "Christmas Story." ("I can't put down my arms!!")

    Then read comments. I get it! My mom was actually agoraphobic but didn't take care of herself like you do! When your work is at home, you spend lots of time indoors, and I'm the same way. Thank God for household tasks that take me up and down stairs a lot, plus yoga and situps! I applaud the way you are able to view your life simply, with no defensiveness, and I'm with you all the way. Amy

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  4. okay, these comments are cracking me up. *giggle*

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    1. I love'd you poem, Marian. It is perfect.

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  5. Um, about the poem. I liked it.

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  6. Escape to Bend Oregon ... guaranteed happiness, no cells. For sure, not the kind you write of :)

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  7. Eeuuww, Excel cells, my husband loves that program and drives me crazy, sending me holiday plans and shopping lists in Excel. Sigh.
    Our weather has been mostly bad this spring, and so has my health, so I'm grateful to have a computer to connect me with people, but I know there's a world out there and I'm also plotting my next escape into it.
    K

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  8. Ooh, first off---I love your title! And the first line on its own is a little poem, and a brilliant accomplishment. I really like what you did here.

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  9. I too have a pedometer and most days I don't go 50 steps. But was just on vacation for a few days and walked several miles a day in the beautiful outdoors. Like you, I wish I lived where I had a nice balance of both. Mostly I'm behind my screen and drool over beautiful photos of other places. Am sorry your weather is still so yucky! I enjoyed and very much related to your writing.

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  10. I was drawn in by your title... and loved what you wrote.
    It would not take me long to be bonkers doing what you do,
    but you seem to thrive on it.
    Thank you for sharing,
    Peace
    Siggi

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  11. I love the title! Thank God for wireless laptops so I can sometimes take my work outside! :)

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  12. Love the title...It sounds like you are locked in a cell. lol

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  13. thanks. just a little poem about being at work ignoring the natural world outside.

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  14. I love the inside outside feel of your poem.
    Your thoughts wander and I see the outline
    of your day~
    Love this one
    :D

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  15. It's all about moderation. And some days are spent all outside, others in. BUT I watch almost no TV. That makes a huge difference. Although, my back is not toy window. I glance out and look right at a bird bath and trees.

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  16. After reading all the comments, I have totally forgotten what the poem was about......okay, yes, got it! ESCAPE! Do it soon, please, if only for the weekend!

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  17. You aced the subject of setting here, girl. What a contrast!

    Is "bucolity" a word? if it wasn't, it is now!

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  18. Nice! Especially the beginning, the middle part, and the ending!

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