talking
working
watching
dreaming
joking
eating
reading
crying
drinking
smoking
sitting
sleeping
writing
laughing
sewing
growing
shrinking
screaming
planning
bleeding
philosophizing
hypothesizing
proselytizing
onlining
offlining
living
striving
dying
if i can do all this in one room
who needs another?
love this
Just for renting!
i love the drinking and smoking part…it just struck me really funny in the mix….
YES!! xx A
I’m a blast from the past. Your Mom and I spent some of our most influential teenage years in the same scene. I may have met you once when you were a new born. A couple days ago I reached out to your Mom (after having no contact for years). When I asked about you, she shared your blog. Now I’ve become an avid fan! I take all the things you say to heart. You’re so capable of expressing yourself through the written word. Interesting how you summed up life with the last three words of your poem. ‘Striving’ is a good gateway between living and dying. Somehow I don’t think you’re in your final living space though…enjoy the journey!
I loved reading “Real Mother”…so honest. I too remember feeling like I was in the wrong family growing up, but people saw us as the model family. I didn’t acquire the tools, or self esteem, to be ‘different ‘ until I left Albany in my 20′s. In my family, it seemed to be more important how things looked on the outside than concern for one’s emotional state. Negative criticism was expressed freely, compliments were not. To me, it sounds like you, Meadow, had a charmed life!!
It’s all perspective and how you tell the story. I too figure things out by sharing my feelings and telling my story. I find I embrace more about me as I grow older. No regrets!
BTW, your home page picture could be a clone of your Mom when she was a teenager. Exact same expression and position. Uncanny!! She was such a smooth operator; so authentic.
hi jill. i’m happy you found me here!
thanks so much for your comments and support!
I love this, Meadow. You turn what you may feel negatively about (one room only – I am assuming, of course) to a positive thing. Your are right too: Who needs another? It’s the same with your poem. Who needs another line? It is exactly as it should be: short, to the point, containing worlds.
I left comments on previous posts but can’t see them anywhere. I hope you get to read this one (I’m still trying to understand how this blog thing works).
thanks clara, i’ve seen your other comments. you have to actually click on comments at the end of each post to open them up. i’m trying to figure it all out too!
Wow Meadow, this is a great poem.
To think I have 5 rooms & I find myself saying
“I need more room.” I’ve been learning to give away, donate, things that I will no longer be using or need. My goal before I retire, is to be able to have just what’s necessary to live with…..
thanks zoraida! i know how you feel. if you are really serious about minimizing your belongings, check this out: http://rowdykittens.com/2009/10/living-with-72-things/
it’s extreme, but it gets you thinking…