Spills splattered the walls.
Counters filled with clutter,
multiple piles creating a new geography in the room.
There is a relief to cleaning it all away.
Everything in order. Repair and replace.
The seduction of a new cycle, sparkling clean.
Free from marks of history.
What if we could sit with Chaos
for just a little minute?
Feel the wind in our ears.
Hearing her secrets of cleverness.
Soaking in the learning of this undone space.
Before an opportunity is erased.
A past disinfected before she can author her story
from which the plot differs from
perpetual duplicating.
© Alicia Grimshaw 2016
WoW!!! loved this! 🙂 🙂
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Thank your for your kind words. I appreciate it.
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my pleasure……..!!! 🙂 🙂
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Soaking in the learning of this undone space.
Before an opportunity is erased.
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Thank you for your reflection. I appreciate it.
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Beautiful poem on chaos and finding our ground amidst it all. It reminds me of my messy room. Sometimes I just want to get up and clean it, but there is also some sort of calm just sitting there amidst all my belongings scattered everywhere – each of them telling me a story 🙂
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Thank you Mabel for your kind reflection. I appreciate hearing from you.
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This is a photo of a large metal drainpipe.
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Wonderful chaotic description!
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Thank you Miriam. Your feedback is so appreciated.
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You’re most welcome 🙂
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Love this one, Ali!!!
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Thank you Erin. I appreciate that so much.
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