Spring Cleaning

I sort through
a myriad
of thoughts
and dreams
that gather dust
and clutter up
the day
I polish them
and see which
glisten not
but dull and rust
and those
I crumple up
to throw away.



  1. I often feel poetry is an expressive art and craft that could metaphorically be associated to a sculptor whom chisels away to reveal the form. Very deliberate actions. Or, at times I could imagine a Bonsai gardener… Each act of branching and pruning is done with purpose in the moment.


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