Joseph P. DiMino Poet Free verse

Collecting

We all collect something

it is natural to collect

the greater one's purse
the more varied and 
abundant his verse. So~ 
even divine poets literally
not immune

a puddle, a shallow indentation
gathers

a sea, a basin of immense fill
greater renown – we all collect something

drips and drops, torrents of collecting!

Everywhere bloating affections abound – 

stamps, vehicles, baubles of glitter~lightning
to wear and flash around

God and the Devil
competing for souls

everything collects something

even collections seeming magnets
for thieves
and dust

pitting and rust

polishing of sorts
affixed to all our lust

we all collect
stuffing our hearts full
until finite hearts bust

the final verse
a new universe

free from collection
my hope

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Bill Baker June 26, 2023 at 2:54 PM Like God's instructions to His people waundering in the desert. Paraphrased ... Take only what you will eat for the day. Do not hoard for tomorrow. (Like collecting), I think. Blessings my friend, Bill Joseph P. DiMino June 27, 2023 at 10:10 AM Hi Bill; balance so important in life...yet we go to extremes with politics, equality -- with telling God His mistakes with the world, and how He could have done a better job creating. Blessings my friend.

Anne-Lise Andresen June 26, 2023 at 7:36 AM - Collecting is great if you have control ... some collectors are "sick" ... I don't need to own so much ... but, maybe find a nice stone, shell or feather and take it home in my pocket :) - A lovely poem, Joe :) - hugs Anne-Lise Andresen June 27, 2023 at 11:43 AM It reminds me of my two dogs...exactly the same way :))) Joseph P. DiMino June 26, 2023 at 12:01 PM Hi Anne; for sure -- to own something is also to be owned by it. I have two cats that totally own me, and never let me forget it: "Where's my dinner?" meow meow. "Empty the liter-box!" meow meow. I do love them dearly. Blessings.

Deb M June 26, 2023 at 5:24 AM Hey Joe….a very clever humorous poem that made me smile….really enjoyed it!! Debx Joseph P. DiMino June 26, 2023 at 5:37 AM Hi Deb. Most of us are guilty -- my vice, antique postcards. Blessings my friend.

Vijay Pandit June 25, 2023 at 9:21 AM Loved your poem my friend--especially the brilliant ending: we all collect stuffing our hearts full until finite hearts bust the final verse a new universe free from collection my hope... Joseph P. DiMino June 25, 2023 at 6:37 PM Thank you, Vijay; hope this one also gave you a chuckle. It was fun to write. Blessings my friend.

Victor Buhagiar June 25, 2023 at 8:41 AM Hi Joe, there are many people who cannot help but collect things. Nifty poem. Joseph P. DiMino June 25, 2023 at 6:41 PM I know; the Collection Virus. Collecting can be fun if not carried to obsession. My feelings anyway. Who knows? Blessings my friend.