In My Prism Cell

Sitting in my Living room, I reflect how content I am with my lot. It's not much, but I'm happy, enjoying my own space is not wallowing in lonliness.....

In My Prism Cell.

©Con Mulholland (31/10/2015).

 

Observing myself, my surroundings

Four walls, a window and a door that is always shut

No visitors, yet I’m content as I sit in my Prism cell

As I sit content with my lot, I wonder,

Why is this room called a “Living Room?”

Does it mean should I stray from it, that I may perish?

And what of the other rooms?

The Bathroom. Is it ONLY for bathing?

What if an Alien needed to use the toilet?

 How would I explain the difference?

The Bedrooms and Dining Room, well they’re safe

Kitchen.  Kit-Chin. What’s that all about?

Why not the “Cooking Room?”

Enough of this inane thinking

I’m content. Content is good. Content is pleased. Content is satisfied

Content is happy. I’m happy with content

I love my cube, my space

Nobody calls to visit, nobody

Yet this Room is always busy, full of people

They invite me to sing, to dance, to cook, to phone in, to donate

They try to sell me stuff that I don’t want

Don’t care for, don’t need and can’t afford

They offer me money, if I text them

 Some of them can be so boring I show them the door with a press of a button

 

Occasionally I listen to some who tell me of their travels

Of history and of nature’s wildlife

Off course I love to laugh, often out loud here on my own

My good friend, Peter Griffin, he’s always good for that

A few pictures hang on the four walls, among them one of my Dear Mum

Most of these pictures came from the Bargain Stores

They look well herein my Living Room, as they do in a million other Living Rooms

I’m content, shoes off, feet up on the pouffe

Do they still call it that?

A mug of tea and some biscuits, blinds down but open

It’s evening outside, the world passes by, let it

A myriad of colours flash from the flat screen

Exploding and dancing on the walls

Filling the room with a kaleidoscope of colours and shapes

I’m Content, in my Living Room, in my Prism Cell.