Spring Cleaning the Mind
Time to wipe clean old webs from the mind--
a drawer full of odd thoughts left behind.
Some are of laughter, often was heard;
in bits and pieces lay angry words.
A small stain from tears, I see still hides
in dark corners where sadness abides.
Tidy the messy drawers of the mind;
whisk any fractured moments I find.
Cleaning the heart a difficult chore,
for moments are more solidly stored.
It breaks easily, there'll be traces--
broken heartbeats in burnished places.
Mind--the memory book of our lives;
moments that faded with time that flies.
Keeping memories softened by age;
discarding dreams left on yellowed page.
April 15, 2022
Copyright © Ann Peck | Year Posted 2022
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