A blazing hearth alight within my mind,
Gives poignant memories passion and light,
In an inglenook difficult to find;
Leaving dread doubts and worries in the night.
My living spirit burns on the hearthstone,
Aglow with soul and vital consciousness.
My memories and I tarry alone,
Seeking sufficient time to coalesce.
My memory mansion has many rooms,
Most remain tightly sealed, locked, and shuttered.
Despite using mental dustbins and brooms,
Most rooms have become dusty and cluttered.
Nightly I sit near the hearth and obsess,
About the best way to clean up the mess.
Mick McKellar
April 2015
Who knew my mind would need Spring cleaning?
Mick
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