Ode to my room

TABLE:
Cluttered with newspaper process
prints with corrections
clean ones too;
there is an unused phone
an irritant mobile
Anchor, PediaPro and Lakspray
dissected and to be dissected
a black mug with an All-Blacks feather
and coffee gone cold,
glass too empty
to say ‘half full’
mind too full of to-do things
to say ‘half empty’
books and magazines half-read
or destined for neglect
in the cluttering of my days.
 
FURNITURE
Desk and chairs
the privileged one warmed
and two for those who drop by
to say hello,
offer suggestion, obtain approval
a sofa too small for lovers
a coffee table that has never known the brew
of books designed in its name,
a book shelf too
for book, wine, stationary
and the artifacts of my routineless ways.
 
AIR
There is air here,
stained with conversation
remnants of the unsaid,
a glass partition
and a door
that stops no one.
 
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