Downsizing Poems - Poems about Downsizing

I have to let it go. It's not a workingman's truck, too pretty but it is still a sweet ride. Pain at the pump, not getting any richer just older. I got to bite the bullet, squeeze into a squeezer. I see a small hatchback in my future. My wife puts on that face, you know the one "gloom and doom." She mouths silently, and of...

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It's not easy keeping yourself together when there is a part of you hiding away still darkened with fear. It's been curled up there for years. Then there's that other part of you who can't keep still, creating havoc as it charges around your head demanding answers, bulldozing certainties until there is nothing left except rubble strewn across the mind. Other parts play silly games, or put...

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Strong winds of time accelerate with age, sweep toward the unsuspecting, forging alliances with atrophy and arthritis, debilitating the innocent. The hurricane of decline begins with gusts, barely noticed in years of productivity. But without warning gusts become streams. Streams turn into torrents. Torrents, tsunamis, opening submission's door. Downsizing's time has arrived. Stuff is now a dearest friend, space the greatest enemy in this geriatric...

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In her dreams she discovered Apollo Fast asleep in an enchanted hollow From the beat of her heart She awoke with a start For Apollo was too much to swallow!...

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downsizing so much to pack hummingbirds visit posted on June 2018...

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You start by throwing things out packing things that will fit in a smaller place, selling stuff that won’t, ignoring the birds because the seed’s run out not weeding the garden you won’t see bloom, then finding a home for the dog which is almost as tough as watching your last child accept a diploma and wave good-bye get...

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Getting laid off from my top notch job since the company decided to downsize, couldn't afford my mansion anymore, had so much furniture, computers, tvs and cars that were worth a fortune, unfortunately all had to be sold at an auction, finally got another job at McDonald's at minimum wage, instead of being the fat cat, now I'd become the slave, my new house was...

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Three Shiny haired sisters Essence of life stored in boxes Found their voice in the church of a solar flare Through years of searching and choosing Dividing and coveting Eyes were opened to examine the story Carried on the spine of our grandmothers The limbs of our father The wings of our mother Breathless from a voyage of the clan We held hands dancing a...

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“Mother,” she cried, “You cannot crowd everything in your new space. Ridding yourself of some of it is something you must face.” I was opening a small red box as she began to speak. When I saw the contents that it held my aging legs turned weak. I’d put them away when he had died for seeing them made...

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