Cluttered corners

Corners, too many in my abode…

Rabble of objects

Hidden everywhere

Unfinished projects

Interrupted ideas

Incompleteness everywhere

Works in progress

Languishing in despair

Dried liquids, caked powders

Chains tangled and twisted

Jewelry, clothing, lying unworn

Knick-knacks I’d forgotten existed

Journals, some rough at the edges

Pages filled with disjointed prose

Some with covers pristine, less used

Filled with writing less verbose

Notes, greeting cards, invitations old

For future inspiration tucked away

Colors faded, gathering dust

Bent, torn, to be discarded one day

Without as much as a second look…

The clutter, its scale, its ability

To fill every available nook

Sends me into a stance of immobility..

Who said things of beauty

Should bring you joy forever

Collectively they create eyesores

Seeing clutter robs me of pleasure..

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