The poetry prompt for day eight of Writing 201 is “drawers.”
The form is “ode.”
The device is “apostrophe.”
Closets and Drawers
Oh, closets and drawers,
many years you’ve accommodated
s p a t o u s l y ,
but for more than a decade
I’ve taxed you to your limits.
Spilling your contents into the floor below
and filling up under the eaves of our home.
a business upheaval,
and more …
of this one,
then that one,
over six family members exiting, at a near yearly rate,
and add to that a few friends gone.
life’s left-behinds to process and file.
You hid away what I couldn’t bear,
and enveloped what I needed to store.
And when somewhere in mid-life,
life went awry
with burdens beyond my capability or control,
you absorbed and hid the
And when trying to give what I didn’t have,
indispensable to others,
lost to myself,
closets and drawers, you filled to the brim,
tucking anguish and turmoil in to dark corners,
unaware you can’t hold and absorb
for every body,
all for all ,
You can’t cram-pack in space already filled,
‘though guilt will say that you should.
And you’re not unkind or terribly deficient.
You can only hold so much, and no more.
Closets and drawers, now I pare down your contents
and you, forgiving, relieved, let go
Making room for space in the heart,
clarity, and vision,
what do I want left
when I’m gone?
Words and pictures by Terry Boswell
Copyright © 2015 Terry Boswell