A Room Of My Own

A Room Of My Own short poem

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The dresser front is like a waterfall
with a vibrant tangle of scarves
that stumble out and down.
Bed sheets rough-house with pillows.
and a spread is spread but not on the bed.
There are yesterday’s pants
cavorting with last week’s socks and
a troupe of sneakers, flip flops, and shoes
traipse around wishing to trip me.
Newspapers, books and paper with lines
piled like a cantilevered disaster
three glasses line up colored
with one quarter inch of whatever.
Welcome to my nest.

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Eileen Herbert Hugo

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I think I suffer from ADD It is ok though because I get somethings done in lots of places but nothing finished yet I guess that is the bad part
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