Mental Furniture

I moved the chest
From here to there,
And threw some old clothes
Over a chair.
I got rid of a lot of things
I didn't need,
But you're still here.

I shifted the table
From left to right,
And worked long hours
Into the night.
My house is spotless now,
But memories of you
Clutter the night.

by Scarlett Treat

Comments (10)

I like this Scarlett. Good rhythm and meter... x
good ending right for the jugular first you must admit you have a problem aint that what they say?
I liked the concept and layout of your poetic frustration. Surprised you rhymed night with night, but if it fits best... -chuck
SOBERING WORDS FOR BOTH MIND& HEART....LIFE DOES HAVE IT'S VALLEYS....BUT TIME & CONFIDENCE HAVE A WAY OF BRINGING BACK THE PEEKS....NICE WRITE, DEAR SCARLETT...HAVEN'T SEEN YOUR NAME ON-LINE LATELY...GLAD TO SEE IT TODAY''''''''''''''FRANK
Our brains (and hearts) are wild and wonderful things, Scarlett... Memories, sweet and sour - can't always choose which ones to keep and which to discard, can we? They seem to make that choice for us. Muchest love to you! Esther : ]
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