Wednesday, February 02, 2011

The Shed

i spent some time in the shed
behind the house
with the perfume of mildew
and crooked rot
     but just enough roof and wall
     to make me small

there's a hugeness in being small
or more precisely, overlooked
with the reminder of mildew
and refusal to rot
     but just enough grief
     to hatch my belief


Shadow said...

a shed? maybe. life? definitely!

the walking man said...

The hugeness of being small. That I can relate to. Now I wish them who were huge could realize how small they really are.

PixieDust said...

Such a lonely piece... like a frightened childhood...


Oddyoddyo13 said...

I love this! It goes perfectly with the weather today-which may sound odd, but if you felt the weather, you'd understand.

JR's Thumbprints said...

I'd rather be in the majority; I'd rather be overlooked; I'm hungrier that way.

Anonymous said...

Shadow, very true.

Walking Man, the only way is to make them small. I've knocked a few a peg or two. Or at least held my ground.

PixieDust, you're right. That's how I saw it. And it was really great to see you! I've been reading your posts.

Oddyoddo13, sensation was a strong part of this one, so it doesn't seem strange.

JR, there are certainly benefits.

SzélsőFa said...

is it possible that is is somehow about that fellow you sometimes analyze, that serial-type freak guy?
i love how you deal with him from time to time...
this little piece reminded me of him somehow.