Hoarding
by Marina Gipps
Tomorrow I clean my room.
Ripped up papers-
A river someday where I might unearth
A new love, rediscovering a new poem.
A thought that abandoned me so long ago.
The folds and layers of this mess, my own undoing.
Thinking back to when I had less which was more.
Wanting less argument with myself.
The merits of nothing invisible to the naked eye.
My only mansion is a soul where fitful sleep awaits.
Oddly technicolor this dream of a wishful poverty.
Where the cupboards are bare. The porridge, long gone.
A perfect space where love finds me. Here.
Maverick Mist 
Beautiful pictures!
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Thanks Ann.
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BUONGIORNO!!!
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Buongiorno a La donna più bella in Italia. 🙂
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Both the photos look very unique to me 🙂 The vibrant color of the first pic catches my attention, but then the second pic looks so dreamy with the lighting and shadow. Well done Maverick! 😉
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Not sure the photos do justice to the poem but thanks Khloe. 🙂
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No worries Maverick! 😉
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a great contrast of emotions!
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Well put. 🙂
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