***03-26-2010*** The Heart Of A Writer's Studio Poem by Tom J. Mariani

What pulls me to horde
Old pencils new pens
Newspaper clippings
Books magazines and my notes

My home office has
Stacks of papers on the floor
I have or plan to
Go through and organize

The room scares my wife
She tries not to look in
She knows it'll take a shovel
And a dumpster if I die

There are orrginal first drafts
Several revisions
There's works-in-progress
I still have to decide about

She see no progress
Only the mess
That continues to grow
If they're organized it doesn't show

As long as my stuff
Does not spill out
To the rest of the house
We have a truce

Kinda like North and South Korea
Kinda like the Jews and Palisatinians
I'm glad my window does not face the sea
That's where she'd push my stuff and me