Saturday, 22 February 2014

Poem: Tidying up

To be facing it,
or the thought of it,
that sedimentary arrangement
of books and papers and scribbled notes.

It’s what brings into question
assumptions about why
it’s OK that, in here,
I’ve got plastic boxes filled
with CDs, photograph albums,
my parents’ wedding-gift cutlery set.

Just life, perhaps –
or a waste disposal problem:
hard facts piled up
demand evaluation.

Well, they don’t –
but there’s a chance
you might know what I mean,
standing here, looking for order,
in this room I thought I knew,
in this unglossed museum
to a now that’s only so recently deceased.

Tom Phillips Feb 2014

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