It sits there, so inviting, a wide expansive space Polished stone greets high rise chairs, nothing out of place There is beauty in the expanse, simplicity, clean lines A strategic, handpicked houseplant, readily aligns Until one fateful morning, a carelessly misplaced Tool of unknown origin appears, askew, displaced Before long more have gathered, a blight upon the surface No idea from whence they came, or if they serve a purpose The tools commence the muster, but they’re only the beginning Wrappers, screws, and nails, boxes full to brimming Miscellaneous items, from pockets, bags and drawers Sticky plates and cutlery, crumb strewn chopping boards Littered, scattered, thrown, bright vista turned to night Order turned to chaos, still the debris gathers height Once a minimalist tribute, now a cluttered blight Everything you’ll never need, hidden in plain sight Only when the weight, elicits a mighty groan Does decluttering commence, the lost return to home Peace restored, calm descends, everything in its place A welcoming and generous, blank canvas full of space Until one day… A wrench appears, that wasn’t there before The next battle has commenced, in a never-ending war.
I wrote this poem the other day for my husband on our fourteenth wedding anniversary.
It was inspired by our ongoing home renovation project, the chaos of which we’ve been living amidst for the past year.
We don’t make things easy for ourselves, and with the shortages of building materials during the pandemic, we did what we could when we could according to the materials we could get.
This means our kitchen, normally the last thing we would have fitted, was one of the first, and my new kitchen island seems to attract all manner of things to its surface, which I have no idea what to do with.
Writing the poem, it also occurred to me that the flat surface is a metaphor for my mind.
Periodically it will get very messy, prompting me to have a spring clean and let go of the things that aren’t serving me, but the clutter will always build up again.
Such is the nature of life.
5 thoughts on “Flat Surface”
Love this Rae, so beautifully written. A very unique wedding anniversary gift… hope it’s framed and hung on a wall.
Glad you liked it lovely 😊 I actually emailed it to him 😬(& they romance is dead 😂) but once our house has less holes I hope to do just that, and hang it near said flat surface as a gentle reminder to all! Xx
Lovely thoughts. I’ve lived through many home remodeling projects. It’s always a mess, but you’re right eventually the flat surface is clear.
How many have you gone through? This is our second & I’m already saying it’ll be our last (though I’m pretty sure I said that last time 🤔 😂).
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