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poetry at work: my workspace

January 10, 2014 By Sandra Heska King

poetry at work

No closet pocketed the clothes back then, so

his bed tucked in that space under the ceiling slant

where he peeled wall paper during nap time.

I imagine cowboy boots kicked careless in the corner,

hat hung on peg while Roy Rogers ticked time.

Some years later, his mom exchanged the twin for double

and lined it parallel to the window

that overlooks the field. We slept there once when we

came home to visit. The room’s so cold.

Our son’s crib nestled on that wall before it

gave way to a rollaway

and then bunks where he wrestled pillows and

hung Goldberg and Stone Cold Steve on the walls

and lined up matchbox cars OCD so. He used a fan

year ’round and burrowed under quilts.

When he left home, I moved my desk up from

the basement and placed it where I

can see the field and watch the seasons change

and view the wild life.

Here I write my stories and my memories,

and I turn a heater on in winter.

workspace

 

Still playing with poetry,

Sandy 

Joining Tweetspeak Poetry’s Book Club as we read Glynn Young’s Poetry at Work. Today I’m responding to Glynn’s challenge in chapter 3 to find a little poetry in my workspace.

Also linking with LisaJo for Five Minute Friday (though this might be Ten Minute Friday) on the word prompt SEE. 
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  1. Kelly Hausknecht Chripczuk says

    January 10, 2014 at 2:03 pm

    Hi – Sandra, TAZO Wild Sweet Orange has been my obsession (one cup a day) for awhile now. Though I’ve embraced their passion tea now too. I also played with some poetry for FMF, though this time it felt harder to push publish. Somehow poetry feels a little more vulnerable to me. Thanks for sharing the picture you painted with words.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 11, 2014 at 10:19 am

      It does seem more vulnerable with its economy of words and emotions, I think. What’s kind of neat, though, is the reader brings their own vulnerability, and the words might speak to them in a whole different way. Thanks for coming by!

  2. L.L. Barkat says

    January 10, 2014 at 2:06 pm

    Love 🙂

    Especially the sounds here….

    “I imagine cowboy boots kicked careless in the corner,
    hat hung on peg while Roy Rogers ticked time.”

    And the sounds here (and the unexpected line break after “fan”)…

    “and then bunks where he wrestled pillows and
    hung Goldberg and Stone Cold Steve on the walls
    and lined up matchbox cars OCD so. He used a fan”

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 11, 2014 at 10:23 am

      My husband was all about Roy Rogers and Trigger–and I’m guessing this room smelled a little like manure.

      Jeremy, my son, actually took a marker and drew a face on his pillowcase. His room often smelled like dirty basketball shoes, and he never opened his windows…

      And thanks. 🙂

  3. Megan Willome says

    January 10, 2014 at 2:17 pm

    I like that you put your desk in your son’s room.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 11, 2014 at 10:24 am

      I love that window view–and knowing that both my husband and son dreamed in there. 🙂

  4. Maureen says

    January 10, 2014 at 2:55 pm

    Sandra, really well-done! Great use of proper nouns and objects, sense of sound; it all comes together so well.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 11, 2014 at 10:24 am

      Thanks so much, Maureen. I love it when you come by. 🙂

  5. Lyla Willingham Lindquist says

    January 10, 2014 at 4:25 pm

    I grew up in a room with those slanting ceilings. Another that had the peeling wallpaper.

    The coziness of those rooms with the slanted ceilings would make for a great office.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 11, 2014 at 10:26 am

      It’s what I like to think of as my penthouse–after working for so many years in the dungeon (basement.)

      Our bedroom is directly across the way. The small size and slanted ceilings make furniture placement a real challenge.

  6. Ann Kroeker says

    January 10, 2014 at 5:20 pm

    “Here I write my stories and my memories,
    and I turn a heater on in winter.”

    This hit me. Perhaps because I’m cold. Or perhaps because somehow the tie between writing memories–hard memories–can send a chill in need of warmth. Every writer needs an electric blanket, I think. And tea. Always tea.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 11, 2014 at 10:28 am

      Good point, Ann! And maybe if we turn the heat up high enough, we can sweat those memories right onto the screen. 🙂

  7. Dea says

    January 10, 2014 at 11:51 pm

    So many seasons seen through that window, so many memories jumping on the writing desk saying pick me…

    Beautiful…..

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 11, 2014 at 10:29 am

      Seasons inside and out…

      Thanks, sweet friend.

  8. Jody Lee Collins says

    January 11, 2014 at 10:04 am

    Sandy, your description of the son’s play things and posters made me think they had their own kind of ‘wild life’….and now you have a different view–of an outside the window kind of wild.
    Love this picture you paint.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 11, 2014 at 10:33 am

      🙂

      This house was out of the family for a handful of years, but my husband and I were able to buy it back when we moved back here. I love hanging out in this room–and I wish I knew who inhabited it before my husband. I’ll ask him, but I doubt he’ll know…

      And yes, once Jeremy and his friends got together in this room, there was a lot of wild life happening. Luckily nobody got hurt that I remember, although we did take plenty of trips to the ER with him. 🙂

  9. Sherrey Meyer says

    January 11, 2014 at 12:47 pm

    Sandra, poetry has always frightened me, not just the unusual structure but how to write it. Writing of any other kind fascinates me and I can’t live a day without it. However, this is beautiful and poignantly written from the heart of one who loves this space for a variety of reasons. Thank you for sharing your gift of words in this way! God bless!

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 14, 2014 at 9:51 am

      Thanks so much, Sherrey. You should play with it. That’s all I do. 😉

  10. Elizabeth W. Marshall says

    January 11, 2014 at 4:29 pm

    You have some mad poetry skills girl. Keep them coming off the tips of your fingers. They are good, so good. My fellow poet. Yeah.

    • Sandra Heska King says

      January 14, 2014 at 9:51 am

      Mad poetry skills? I don’t know about that, girlfriend. But playing with it is kind of fun. 🙂

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