Happy Hoarder Day # 9 Feb. 23, 2015
A journey into cleaning up a big pile of..... hoard
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(photos still in the cloud - will post as soon as they arrive!)
A journey into cleaning up a big pile of..... hoard
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(photos still in the cloud - will post as soon as they arrive!)
One of my favorite poets is Langston Hughes - his real poem, A Dream Deferred, inspired this post - and can be read if you click here
Apologies to Langston
by Janet S. Tiger
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Please don't take away my poetic license for the following - and I hope Mr. Hughes will forgive me but.....
What happens to decisions deferred?
Do they pile up
Like the boxes in my shed?
Or stack up in plastic containers...
and fall upon my head?
Do they smell like rained on cardboard
or mold and mildew over
like a growing 'hoard'?
Maybe if I bag them
They won't be too heavy a load.....
But what if they explode?
A little graphic, but unfortunately, sometimes houses filled with do explode. Just like when gases build up underground, often cluttered houses become ticking time bombs for sad events like fires, floods and even explosions. And even if these horrible events do not occur, there are other types of explosions - arguments and fights over the clutter and what is to become of all these deferred decisions. And that's exactly what happens when all the decisions are put off.....for that famous 'other day' when somehow, everything will be clearer. Yet somehow, unless there is an act of God - usually a death or other monumental change - the bad choices pile higher by the day, until the sun of reason can be blocked out. Not a good place to live.
Please understand, in no way do I want to diminish what Hughes was talking about in his original, wonderful poem - one of my favorites. The pain and suffering he captured in just a few short, perfect lines was possibly one of the most effective ways of expressing hundreds of years of terrible trouble, some of which we can see to this very day.
But the reality of life is that it all boils down to one minute, now. One decision, about one thing I will either keep and put away, or......discard. So off I go.....but can't resist a final nod to Langston......life hasn't been a crystal stair, but it's sure had a lot of room for clutter on every single landing.......
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The last line refers to another famous poem by Langston Hughes - Mother to Son- you can read it here-
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177021
Please don't take away my poetic license for the following - and I hope Mr. Hughes will forgive me but.....
What happens to decisions deferred?
Do they pile up
Like the boxes in my shed?
Or stack up in plastic containers...
and fall upon my head?
Do they smell like rained on cardboard
or mold and mildew over
like a growing 'hoard'?
Maybe if I bag them
They won't be too heavy a load.....
But what if they explode?
A little graphic, but unfortunately, sometimes houses filled with do explode. Just like when gases build up underground, often cluttered houses become ticking time bombs for sad events like fires, floods and even explosions. And even if these horrible events do not occur, there are other types of explosions - arguments and fights over the clutter and what is to become of all these deferred decisions. And that's exactly what happens when all the decisions are put off.....for that famous 'other day' when somehow, everything will be clearer. Yet somehow, unless there is an act of God - usually a death or other monumental change - the bad choices pile higher by the day, until the sun of reason can be blocked out. Not a good place to live.
Please understand, in no way do I want to diminish what Hughes was talking about in his original, wonderful poem - one of my favorites. The pain and suffering he captured in just a few short, perfect lines was possibly one of the most effective ways of expressing hundreds of years of terrible trouble, some of which we can see to this very day.
But the reality of life is that it all boils down to one minute, now. One decision, about one thing I will either keep and put away, or......discard. So off I go.....but can't resist a final nod to Langston......life hasn't been a crystal stair, but it's sure had a lot of room for clutter on every single landing.......
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The last line refers to another famous poem by Langston Hughes - Mother to Son- you can read it here-
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/177021
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Janet S. Tiger 858-736-6315
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Member Dramatists Guild since 1983
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Swedenborg Hall 2006-8
Good, good, good. Well done. Quite creative. Love the line. "..until the sun of reason can be blocked out."
ReplyDeleteThis is some hard hitting reality.