The Seeds That Affirm Me

For anyone who has accept the world of “clutter” and calls it home and also needs a quiet place to write amidst life’s chaos, this is for you xx Rowena

Elan Mudrow

This clutter extends me–

My mess, its own brain–

Every pile a thought–

Every thought a jumble

Of design and organization

 

If a stack shakes, falls          

Universal collisions occur–

The apocalypse rages

Or, a new thought rises

A dusty mummy breathes

 

My chaos, an old growth

With a new face, snickering

Laughing vine of sprouts

Growing stems of ideas–

Poems hide in roots

 

Blunders burrow deep

Or dangle high, falling

From bundled heights–

Aggravation, a sturdy weed

Grasps onto sleeplessness

 

The tired eye rummages–          

Papers send out sounds–

A scout of a unique code–

The language of crinkling

Becomes the new seedling

 

Tricky are these creatures

Papers, letters, and books–

They speak in double tongue

Of structure and instability

Wedged within signification

 

I tell them to shut up–

My ears defy command

Attuned to poly-frequencies

Of heartbeat and electricity

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