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These Are My Stacks Thank You

The stacks are closing in on me; surrounding me, The piles are falling over, in stacks of three, astounding others. I get to work early, to play with the stacks, but they take my energy. I am not one to waste time on sifting and sorting, I am not your mothers. The piles are trying to sort and toss themselves today, but I am standing firm. Making them enclose me, engulf me, embrace me, they are mine after all. They delight me, incite me, respect me, replete me, I am never going to learn. They make me feel queen-like, and wonderful, six feet tall. Others might be repulsed, wondering how I can find anything. I can find it all, because I know where it is, unless it is something That does not seem important, stuff others dump or bring. These are my stacks, and they help me create, help me to sing.

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Silent One

Date: 1/19/2019 8:27:00 AM

I see you are a bit of a hoarder.. I guess they will come in to be useful one day..

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/19/2019 12:35:00 PM

Here is the trouble Silent One. I am obsessive compulsive. So one day it will be easier to burn the house down and get rid of it that way. I am all about "all or nothing." Loved your latest POEM! LOVED IT!!!!!!!

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 1/18/2019 6:48:00 PM

Oh Caren. It is so interesting to see your point of view on those stacks. How very important they are for you! Instead of stacks, I have "piles' which I try to keep out of sight, and I can never get them completely uncluttered. I don't like them mainly because hubbie complains about them, but I do not mind them! Just wish I knew how to keep better organized. It's an endless chore!

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/18/2019 10:03:00 PM

Mine fall into piles, when the stack falls, so to me they are all the same thing eventually.

Harry Horsman

Date: 1/18/2019 4:59:00 PM

Better than a p.c, interesting poem, love the psychology.

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/18/2019 10:05:00 PM

Thank you Harry. The stacks of papers and the piles of papers are starting to make it difficult to type now, but I am holding steady. I am the BOSS here, right? I read somewhere that in order to free your mind up and TRULY be CREATIVE you have to have a mess. I have bought in to this concept in a RIDICULOUS way!

M. L. Kiser

Date: 1/18/2019 4:55:00 PM

And if anyone moves them...you get frantic, right?

Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/18/2019 4:59:00 PM

I do not dare think of what horrible, terrible, awful, mean fate would befall them if they looked at, breathed on, spilled on, or touched one of my stacks. I know where everything is.