Clutter

From the basement to the attic
We collect and store all sorts.
Valued things for their aesthetic
And power to channel thoughts,

Jolt the memory, emotion,
Every time we look at them.
That’s the only sane conclusion,
That’s the seed from where it stems.

Inside boxes, under stairwell,
Proudly on our walls displayed…
Objects clutter but they do tell
Stories without masquerade.

This poem is a reminder
Of the story that is told.
Of the message in your clutter,
And the power clutter holds.