My cluttered chaos is full

of every obsession I’ve ever met,

filled up in every safe place

and angular dark recess.


Furnished with retired vinyl,

CD’s and used up books. Featuring

the songs and subjects

that grabbed me with their tender hooks.


Memorabilia revealing

my secret space of dreams

with no dividing walls

and awkward ceiling beams.


Difficult to access, yes,

but when my ladder lets you reach,

you will see where I keep my favourite jokes,

my most embarrassing secrets,

all made more tangible

than any figure of speech.


I’m told it’s time for a sort out,

time to forget and reassess,

clear the chaos before I disappear,

make sure everyone can see

why I’d be missed.


Carefully obliterate my presence,

curate my memory.

Create a simple and tidy life,

be an uncluttered

dishonest me.


End of a Beginning ►


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keith jeffries

Mon 17th Apr 2023 23:17

don't abandon chaos as it is the hallmark of an artist. I struggle across furniture everyday in search of mislaid items. It is good for the soul
Thank you for this poem.

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 15th Apr 2023 07:50

I like the way this builds to its conclusion, John. Reluctant downsizing, I suppose. There is so much pressure to do this as we get older - someone recently told me he was going 'minimalist' after retirement.

'curate my memory' I think that captures it perfectly, along with the obliteration of so many other things.

A good read. Thanks.

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John Gilbert Ellis

Fri 14th Apr 2023 14:54

Thanks! and I quite agree

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Fri 14th Apr 2023 14:41

Loved this! Long live our crazy clutter!

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