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Clutter

Its name is not attractive, not pretty and not beautiful

It sounds as it is

Piles of useless papers, clothes, furniture, bric-a brac, wots-its

Books, equipment with missing innards, busted springs and no plugs

Greedy, hoarding war-time mindsets in peacetime, in

Good times, blotting and spotting the landscapes of otherwise lovely times, visiting times

Of friends and relatives times.


Is there a liquid tummy-soother for the cringes in the bellies

That clutter scenes provoke in those that fend

Protect or care?

Meanwhile the clutterers either are unmindful

Or depressed at pendulum’s end.

Is there a herbal tea

That could cure the clutter junkies

Of their predisposition to own

A gamut of belongings –

Books not shared, just stored

Pinging, blinking, humming gadgets

In their packets

Folding bikes

Left folded?


And should this...condition be exacerbated by a spending disorder

Well then, we shall have the privilege of beholding -

Groaning wardrobes,

Tortured racks and shelves of

Clothes

Shoes

Hats

Haunted by

Couture of seasons past

Two pianos

In a tone-deaf apartment

Five guitars

(Just in case you bump into someone who needs one)

Catalogue items

Sale items

Gold, artwork

Or should the budget restrict a little -

Entire charity shop contents

And

A commode


Mind you, one’s own clutter like one’s own flatus, may be tolerable to one

But not to a hundred others.


I spoke to Madame Adele

One day, about the disarray

In her home

She resides in a quiet, elegant postcode

Where voices are compelled to hush

As they enter the roads

And the houses wear their old-money air

Casually.


Madame’s home is lovely

Outside.

Within, it is cluttered beyond belief

Challenging to comprehend

As you enter the house sideways.

In a few minutes

You exit the living room so that she may get past

To graciously make you some tea

And you exit again for the tray to come in.


Do not

Come in with anything

That needs to be put down

It will get lost in the piles around your feet.


Madame, I venture

Why do you live this way?

She smiles at me,

Looks away to weigh our friendship

And I contemplate her profile

So beautiful even now

Her eyes come back from the past

From before I was born

And she says

I shipped a beautiful home

My dowry as a new bride

Dinner sets, linen,

Everything.

He burnt everything he couldn’t smash.

Before he beat me.


So did you also once judge them all the same?

The girls’ clutter

Boys’ clutter

Middle-aged and elderly clutter

Of bottle covers, seventeen pairs of old spectacles, strange ottomans and cassette tapes

Spinsters’ clutter

Bachelors’ clutter

Family and farmhouse clutter

Office clutter

Emotional clutter

Messy clutter

Food and drinks clutter

And the rubbish?


Someone in a third world village asked me what clutter is

So I showed them photos

And they said ‘Oh, rich people’s belongings!’


Clutter.

Its name is not attractive, not pretty, not beautiful

It is a reflection of what is within.

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Lady_E 5 years ago from London, UK

Interesting. My bedroom is always a clutter in the morning before going to work, but I tidy it up when I get back.

I read that it's important to De-clutter from time to time as it is good for Karma or Feng shui...

Ah well... Nice Hub.

Enjoy the fireworks tonight - 5 November. :)


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prasetio30 5 years ago from malang-indonesia

Wow...this was so beautiful. I really entertained with this poem. Thanks for writing and share with us. Well done and vote up! ~prasetio


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akune 5 years ago from Surrey, England, United Kingdom Author

Thanks Lady E and prasetio, this poem has a couple of deeper streaks but I am glad you found it interesting.


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PDXKaraokeGuy 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon

i hate clutter too, but I actually do like the word. Good job here!


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MartieCoetser 4 years ago from South Africa

... and there is no way you can recognize a person who clutters up, unless you enter his/her home. I am the opposite - I don't want to see anything I don't need. If I don't need it, or no longer need it, I give it away. But then, people who clutter up, believe in all honesty that they need everything they possess.

You have painted a pretty picture of clutter.

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