Sharika Mahdi Art

Clutter

 

Acquiring mass quantities

Of meaningless things.

Storing and stacking away

The little satisfaction it brings.

Memories from the time

Of choosing the sake’s to keep,

Displayed and often dusted

On our mental mantelpiece.

Locked away in boxes

Too sealed to open often.

Within, pieces of bridges burnt

And what it took to cross them.

Memorabilia packed tight

From cellar to attic.

To contain the flux

We wish to remain static.

Collecting loads and loads

Of inconsequential stuff,

Hoping to preserve it all

Into becoming more than fluff.

Time always has the last laugh

As it deteriorates things and brains,

And the clutter we accumulated

In its insignificance remains.

 

Ria – 2015

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