Found Poems

'feels like i dropped into a warm cozy cave waiting for only me,'  journal page, 2011 

ruthless is not a word i usually use for myself.  but that is what i feel like 

as i clear out my stuff from

poetry  books from the days when writing poetry took up my full psyche

piles of papers sorted out kept for what?  collage one day?

old paper patterns used when i to sewed all of my clothes, that's been decades, 

dolls that collect dust

books that i read, loved and thought i'd read again...one day

knitting books with colorful, delightful pictures of potential projects

everything takes up space; both physical, also psychic...and maybe even 

emotional space.  for now i am starting with clearing out the physical space.  

one section at a time.  

already i feel a difference.  i have done his before, cleared out the stuff but 

had always felt the void, the vacuum created and just as quickly filled it.  

i don't have that desire this time. i found a blog post titled de-owning.  I like that.  

i am trying not to make this a big deal 

but it sure is taking up lots of my time.

ps

and i am feeling a wee bit proud of myself too.