Reading Deprivation - Day 1

Ok - so the reading deprivation is bugging me more than I thought.
I've found myself writing poetry for the first time in years. I
thought I would share it. Here's the poem I just wrote.

Reading Deprivation - Day 1

The written word ripped from my grasp
Computer hard drives remain still and cold
The TV a silent box staring at me
Daring me to push that switch
Testing my resolve

I feel compelled to create
And yet angry and sullen like a denied child
As if my favorite toy is being washed for the day
Or forgotten at home while I head to vacation

I'm not going anywhere
I sit at home and look at my rooms
I notice smells I didn't know were there that I don't like
So I clean up a bit
I notice piles that had grown over time
So I sort them
Laundry piles get smaller
While children run under foot

My art room doesn't make me happy
It still feels like a borrowed store room
Cluttered with junk and a To Do List a mile long
It only shows portions of me -
A drum here, a dragon there
A sparkly hand made mask up on a shelf above an overfull fabric shelf
A flower here and there - silk of course
There are no living things in this room space
Save for myself and my cat - and a small heater if that counts

My imagination however rubs it's hands in delight
Once it is past the barriers of my constant distractions
It will run free and most likely nude just for fun
Free to rearrange and create with wild abandon
My adult side complains
My child side pulls on her boots to go outside to play.

Tina - written 2/16/2009