Tuesday, 3 September 2013

A Word on Clutter

Why do our homes burst at the seams
With clutter, memorabilia, dreams
Cute ornaments received with love
Attracting dust from up above.

Book shelves crammed - most books read
Escapism enjoyed in bed
Thrillers whizzed through, not put down
Till the cast iron alibi’s brought down.

Dinner service, brandy glasses
Tablecloths and flower vases
Towels and bathmats past their best
Sheets and pillowcases stressed.

The medicine chest – Aladdin’s cave
What items still will soothe and save?
And the jumbled pile of boots and shoes
There’s much there surely I could lose.

Our possessions block our way ahead
Knee deep in items widely spread
Across our paths, we are not free
It’s time methinks for some Feng Shui!

(c) Poet in the woods 2013

1 comment:

  1. So true. I look around me and "methinks it's time for some Feng Shui too!