Monday, April 18, 2011

Order

I have a room full of things that are mine
I've spread them about as I please
A tornado and hurricane passing through in a line
Could not have made order like this

I bask in the glory of all of my things
Around me from one wall to the other
Oh, and the joy to my heart that it brings
To not have to clean up one bit

The door creaks open as I lie in my mess
A voice sternly tells me I'm wrong
I'd better clean up and do my best
Or be grounded for the rest of my life

I frown at the floor that is clear now
I've ordered all the order I can
I've cleaned it all up though I don't know how
All my things are put up in their places

I hate all this clean in my room
I've put all of my things somewhere
I think I may even have used a broom
That is all I have to share
It's all I dare share
Now get out of my room!

11 comments:

Siv Maria said...

This is what I call great!

welcome to my world of poetry said...

I agree with Siv, this is poetry at it's best, I could imagine what you were writing......because I've been there myself.
Well done Marjorie.

Thank you for the comment, yes he do have a nice voice and the beauty of it all he sings all types of music.
Yvonne.

Hart Johnson said...

teehee--yeah, I wrote a paper during my masters degree that argued that TRUE order was the maximum mixing together that happens when things aren't forced into certain spots... Hybrid vigor... all that good stuff... this seems to catch that philosophy pretty well!

Crystal Pistol said...

Ha! Cute. Reminds of somthing Shel Silverstein might write. Love it! I wish I could be more messy. I'm far too orderly for that but I appreciate it when i see it. It is your priorities you have in Order.

Katie Mills said...

lol- This could have been my theme song growing up.

Jessica Bell said...

haha! I'm with Katie! :o) Cure poem!

Ella said...

I love what you wrote; I suffer from disordered organization. I can find things, so why do I need everything in a certain pigeon hole. Thanks for sharing; I love my things scattered, sometimes~

Leovi said...

I would like to have a room like your beautiful and interesting poem, for fun I put it like that, but then I have to pick up everything, even if you are Ajuga morning. Like children learning habits ... greetings

Stephen T. McCarthy said...

MARJORIE ~
I saw your comment on another blog. And... yes, by all means, please do SEE 'Ordinary People'. I'll bet I saw it 4 or 5 times during its first-run in the theatres.

I could so identify with Timothy Hutton in that movie, and I thought he gave a tremendous performance for such a young man. I was young then, too, and wanted to be an actor. And most times I would see a performance by a young man and think, 'I coulda done that, and probably better'. But seeing Timothy Hutton in 'Ordinary People', I thought no such thing! He knocked me out.

'Ordinary People' is the sort of movie that they make far too few of in Hollywood. Nowadays, it's all about special effects, body counts and how many objects they can blow up. 'Ordinary People' was GREAT cinema, great acting (from everyone, but especially Hutton and Mary Tyler Moore), great storytelling. Loved it! Still love it. You needz to see it, Sister.

~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Underground'

Jan Morrison said...

You are an outlaw! I'm back from a trip to Van (L to P) so have some catching up to do! Not on posting just on connecting...
nice poem.

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