In My Mind

I wished for a flood
Because it is easier to throw away wet things.
But it did not happen.

A fire flicked across my mind, but was quickly discarded.
I hoped that God did not even sense this in my mind.
I dared not even let the whole thought in,
For fear it would be realized.  A fire destroys everything.

Why is completely entertaining to go through other people’s piles,
When we are notoriously reluctant to go through our own?
Because it is such drudgery.

I was handing over the last of the things
I felt I could comfortably discard today.
It should have felt like a relief.
It could have been,
If I had been more cutthroat.
I have kept at least twice as many things as I should have kept.

Maybe when you get older and you have to pare down to a room
Full of stuff for a small apartment it is a relief.
Maybe it forces you to really look at everything in
A whole new way.
Here I sit, surrounded by my own maniacal idiocy, in the midst
Of things that no one else will want for any reason when I am gone.
It would be so handy to know your end date.
Right?
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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Dutta Avatar
July 1, 2018 at 9:47 PM
My days are gone. In last phase of life I have also started to discard. Warm wishes.
Krutsinger Avatar
July 2, 2018 at 4:11 AM
Who knows if it is the last phase of life? My great-aunt passed a month before she would have been 106. We might have two more phases, Anisha.
Ashley Avatar
June 30, 2018 at 10:09 PM
Caren, I love to travel with you through your poems' introspective and poetic lines, it is always a satisfying and captivating journey. Wondrous poetry especially the last four lines. Warmest wishes always my friend.. ~Susan
Krutsinger Avatar
July 1, 2018 at 7:17 AM
Thank you Susan. I am on a roll here, because the clutter that seemed to ruin the garage, and take all sense of play out of me is gone from the garage. Some of it, unfortunately, I have squirrelled into the room in the house that I decluttered three weeks ago.
Wanter Avatar
June 30, 2018 at 6:16 PM
I look at my pile of received greeting cards, and I have a hard time throwing any one of them away. It's like throwing away the person who sent them. But I have to! Oh, woe is me!
Krutsinger Avatar
July 1, 2018 at 7:18 AM
Understood; I have 19 tubs of family photos. 19 full sized 60 gallon tubs of them.
De Beaulieu Avatar
June 30, 2018 at 5:38 PM
Hello Caren I do think I would like to know my due date and sometimes I do not. It depends what my mood is. Do you? I do not think any of my family would be interested in my stuff. But I could be wrong. Have a nice evening my friend.
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