I struggle to rearrange
the furniture of my own life,
emotions are too heavy to lift.
Even the dust bunnies hiding
behind the sofa are laughing at me.
I give throwaway advice,
take none in return,
misunderstand the art of feng shui,
the importance of decluttering.
My thoughts are so jumbled
I can’t fit them into boxes,
and they spill across the floor,
tripping me and ganging up,
forcing me into corners.
I haven’t been out in ages,
do everything on-line.
The only place I feel free
is on the page,
organising words into poetry.
Kim M. Russell, 3rd April 2024
The optional prompt for Day 3 of NaPoWriMo is based on a poem by Prabodh Parikh, ‘Treasure Hunt’, an original and different view of what being a poet is like. Our challenge is to write poems in which professions or vocations are described differently to what we typically expect.
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Oh just so relatable Kim 🙏🫶
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Thanks Mich!
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I can relate!
“Even the dust bunnies hiding
behind the sofa are laughing at me.”
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Smiles!
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LOVING this! The life coach whose life is not organized in any way shape or form…dust bunnies, and that first stanza…misunderstanding the art of feng shui….sadly, I think we all know someone who may not be a Life Coach, but who gives away advice at every turn!
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Thank you so much, Lill!
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And array them well, you do.
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Thank you, Ken.
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Hi Kim, I liked your use of ‘furniture’ as a metaphor here to explain the state of emotions and how the poet is feeling. The ‘dust bunnies’ laughing, the inability to fit your thoughts into boxes and tripping over them, the confusion with feng shui…beautiful.
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Thank you so much, Eunoia.
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