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downsizing was meant to become
a tool for freedom and devotion
yet it remained a passion unfulfilled
crowded in cherished possessions

they call me a hoarder although 
I prefer to be seen as a
distinguished collector
stylish hunter and gatherer
connoisseur of trinkets 
pieces of bric-a-brac 
flea market bargains
minute trivia 
irrelevant non-essentials
claptrap follies and fribbles
all of which found a place in my home
which is basically a museum
of memories engraved in my soul
and dreams not yet abandoned

coins and medallions mix with
fluffy toys diecast models and tea cups
brewing a storm of chaotic togetherness
photographs and paintings by artists
not quite enjoying the light of fame and success
vinyl records draped in cotton shirts
embroidered with love shining under
delicate cones of light of one thousand 
and one Turkish lamps which are never
discontent with carpets and kelims
eager to soften a blow to the floor and my Ego
just in case the ceilings cannot bear it any longer

laughing Buddhas converse with an African Madonna
blessed Virgins statuesque figurines
and a loose fabrication 
of unrecognisable objects of desire which
easily demonstrate the eclectic nature of my madness

every once in a blue moon 
bearing in mind the rose-tinted glasses
which accompany my myopia
I firmly resolve to get rid of some of my treasures
ponder on what to choose for that endeavour
procrastinate on reasons and expected emotions
linked to the possible loss 
similar to bereavement to come

as a master of qualified delaying tactics
I can easily stall temporise and delay action
today however I have firmly resolved
to diminish the scale of my beloved insanity

I almost tossed away the key to my house
the former intricately cast in iron
and the latter surely to be minimalistic soon
as a result and less adorned honestly subdued 
and debatably more manageable with myself
not engaging so much in active addiction

surely with no key I would be
possessed with less belongings
but closer to the immanent truth
such honourable deed would prevent me 
from acquiring further augmentation of
self-inflicted bewitching enchantment

as a measure of self-preservation
I decided not to discard the key
and instead ask the locksmith
to weld a backup for the lock
just in case I ever lost my mind again 


19 October 2024
I almost tossed it out contest
Sponsor John Lawless
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