My Room & Patterns

My Room

My room
My haven
My block of peace
In a hectic world

My room
My own personal disaster area
Of piled clothing and blaring music-
A comfortable chaos

My room
My harbor of fantasies
“Gee whiz, Ace, what kinda room is this?”asked Ace’s detective’s sidekick
“I don’t know,” Ace replied, “but I like it.”

My room
My ongoing rationalization
Joe’s brain: Joe’s room is messy
Joe: What’s new?

My room
My responsibility
The subject of many
“Go Clean Yours”

My room
My prison
The subject of many
“Go to Yours”

My room
My cubicle of terror
zone of nightmares
shelter of my angst

My room
My haven
My organized chaos
My ongoing rationalization
My responsibility
My harbor of fantasies
My prison
My terror
My block of peace
in a hectic world

~ Joe Powning

Patterns

Late afternoon light
kisses translucent curtains
the way it has year after year,
as familiar as the wallpaper
I chose from a patchwork quilt of samples
back when I couldn’t imagine a time
I’d want to look
at anything else.

The wallpaper frames a sampler embroidered
Friendship, Love, and Truth:
words that take on new meanings
as friends come, go, stay.
And the books overflowing their shelves –
each is a relic left behind
as a timeline of this room
and the person who lives here.

A life hides
in a jumble of outgrown running shoes,
the blank pages of journals too beautiful to write in,
the empty windows of a dollhouse too precious to put away,
a dusty pink boa framing a cloudy mirror,
the collection of boxes, each housing a story, a memory,
the worn red collar of the dog that died,
and, under the bed, a puppy’s lost tennis ball.

Darkness will come soon.
I know, because it has every other night.
I’ll rest my head upon a pillow
that witnessed a thousand emotions.
I’ll blink into the orange glow of the streetlight
until my eyelids close
and I dream amidst the pinks and blues
of my past,
my present,
my room.

~ Anne Atwell-McLeod

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9 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. ✿ εмιℓу ✿ Emily
    Aug 30, 2011 @ 18:46:45

    In the poem My Room it seems like Joe Powning is talking about his own room because, in the poem he includes his own name.

  2. Ashleigh V
    Aug 30, 2011 @ 19:36:33

    Im pretty sure it’s like a pattern just like the title and I also think hes a teenager or Joe is writing about a teenager and what makes me say this is that ‘blaring music’ is what makes it has to be about a teenager

  3. Grace Grace
    Aug 31, 2011 @ 17:04:18

    I think in the 4th stanza where the poem says ,Joes brain: Joes room is messy Joe:Whats new? ,that that is the poet talking about himself.I think this because fisrt of all,the poets name is Joe Powning,second being that the poem could be about the poets room.

  4. Claire
    Aug 31, 2011 @ 18:17:45

    cool

  5. Sarah~
    Aug 31, 2011 @ 18:17:46

    Cool like salsa!!!!!!!!!

  6. Claire
    Aug 31, 2011 @ 18:18:16

    ok

  7. Meheak
    Aug 31, 2011 @ 19:11:27

    i agree Em!

  8. ✿ εмιℓу ✿ Emily
    Aug 31, 2011 @ 19:32:47

    Love that you agree with me Meheak, and Ilove the Em part too. :D

  9. ✿ εмιℓу ✿ Emily
    Sep 06, 2011 @ 19:00:33

    In the poem My Room, it sounds like a poem that could be an example for the mini lesson that we did today, because of how Joe Powning repeats everything he mentioned in his poem, in the last stanza. It’ kind of like a rewinding poem.

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