The Hoarder Who Boxes Himself In Looses the Option of Space Even as He Watches & Regrets & Tries to Change
He keeps buying more because he can’t find
what he already has in the boxes he can’t
sort through in order to find what he needs.
Unable to distinguish between
want, need, useless and more,
he purchases more containers.
The long road ahead no longer visible (much less
the hallway he takes one step and then the next),
he heeds commercials’ demand he purchase more.
He swears off buying more…
he swears off saving more…
he swears off collecting more….
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Oh my! You have got the story clearly down here—a mapping of having more–not needing more and what does more mean—it is all a juggle in your poem and I think you you tell both the levity of it but also the trap of it and “the too late-ness” of coping with it too. (Heart-sinking realities all over America! )You did a great job putting this down–great poem. I love what you did!
Thank yo so much, Ann. I’ve seen too much of more.
Wow! I can relate so much. My chapbook “Under Glass” coming out in January is about my hoarding tendencies (and the friend who was my hoarding mentor.) Actually it is a collection about all the cool stuff I have gotten at yard sales and thrift shops over the years. Hoarding or collecting? You be the judge!
Interesting, Victoria!
True. The eye of the beholder.
You certainly have the “hoarder” correctly in this light but true poem.
Thanks, Beverley.