At dVerse Punam is hosting Poetics with an invitation to write about resolutions, offering a choice of five lines to that effect.
dVerse Poets – Poetics – Resolving to Resolve
The line I chose is – When you add something to the cupboard of life, subtract something.
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“All I do know is that as we age the weight of our unsorted baggage becomes …. much heavier with each passing year.”
Bruce Springsteen
And So I Begin I finally cleaned out the spare room cupboard, filling some boxes I'd kept for a purpose, One I labelled "things undecided' which overflowed, the next was for items to keep which became two boxes, naturally there was one for the op shop which seemed to have more room in it than when I began, things went in and promptly came out again. Of course, you can imagine this all took some time, and while I was merrily sorting a mood of melancholy took hold of me, unrelated items before me triggered memories of people and places, missed opportunities, words spoken and unspoken, wrong turns, jangled relationships, seems that my cupboard of life is full, and a wisdom suggests that when you add something to the cupboard of life, subtract something, and so I begin, without resolution, to sort the weight of my life. Copyright 2023 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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“and so I begin,
without resolution,
to sort the weight of my life.”
Love this so much! ❤️
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Thank y very much Paula
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Things do tend to pile up as the years go by.
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And how – on both counts
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Easier said than done 😊
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True Cheryl
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My cupboard of life is overflowing. And very difficult to pare it down.
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That is it really – very difficult.
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Wonderful! I think I will be in a similar quandary. But to be able to sort the weight if life without resolution…that would something, Paul. Thanks for joining in with such a wise write.
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Nice. Writing and work.
I don’t think the cupboard (Love that. Americans say ‘closet’!) of life is ever full until the very last moment…
I’m sure you’ll find a use for the empty space you. have cleared n your cupboard…
Cheers Paul
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Or is it that towards the end we just notice it is full? I’m enjoying the cull on both cupboards.
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Cull away…
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Nothing like a general cull 🙂
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LOL. Though it may lead one into a Cul(l) de sac… (Sorry the bad play on words was too tempting…)
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A thought-provoking poem. I lean more towards building an addition to the house than removing anything from the closet.
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You’ve captured the mundane task of decluttering and the complexity of emotions that can arise from it, perfectly, Paul. All the while, the whole poem is a metaphor for life. The process of self-reflection and introspection, especially loved this line:
One I labelled “things undecided’
which overflowed,
the next was for items to keep
which became two boxes,
Conveys the idea of categorizing memories and experiences in life, so nicely! Thanks for sharing this!!
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A thoughful reflection on life |Paul. The part that resonated with me was also the sadness & melancholy of seeing those things from the past. Thanks for sharing.
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Ah, yes, the past tugs, thank you very much Grace.
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I think we all carry such a baggage, and it is hard to let go even the things we already had decided to leave behind
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Yes, it is really hard I find.
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Wow I love this poem – so apt for me at the moment
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where life is at really, so many changes.
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Many thanks Michael 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul! xx Michael
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I fully agree with Paula’s comment. It touches me. xx Michael
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Wonderful to hear xx
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