it is addressed thusly:
An ode.
it reads:
Far among the things cluttered
About this room, it is uttered
That there lies if not much less
A solitary bit of solace.

I was told this by a little bird
Who perched, and spoke a word
While at my window seeing
The blank faces of the city's being.

I have searched then deeply
And who would not - so cheaply
Is peace bought through clutter?
This secret I dare utter.

1 comment:

  1. Perhaps peace is gained through the removal of clutter? I find that the act of removing the clutter itself brings peace. Clutter must have its use.

    Clutter neglected give frightful shudders. Yet how can one putter about in one's house with a severe lack of clutter?


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