Accumulation of a bric-a-brac army

nine million and one strong
displace air from the room.

Who needs air when you have things?

more bric-a-brac
buy two get five, free free free
you can afford it,
everyone else has it, buy buy buy

bric-a-brac of the latest fashion trendz
bric-a-brac of every colour
bric-a-brac made in China
bric-a-brac made in your own country

breathe in things you believe you need
bathe in clutter
sink in money puddles you chased 24/7
drown in abundance.

Who needs air when you have things?

#OctPoWriMo

Linking up with Poets United Midweek Motif ‘abundance

Claustrophobia in the name of abundance

16 thoughts on “Claustrophobia in the name of abundance

  • October 21, 2018 at 5:32 am
    Permalink

    So aptly worded. Abundance lost to us, but there all the time, our senses clouded by the material world we live in.

    Reply
  • October 18, 2018 at 8:38 pm
    Permalink

    I sort of feel myself struggling to breath now…

    Reply
    • October 18, 2018 at 10:32 pm
      Permalink

      Ah. Then the poem has had some impact..

      Reply
  • October 18, 2018 at 5:54 am
    Permalink

    Goodness, it really is amazing how we clutter up our lives.. things, people, thoughts.. it really is a wonder we breathe at all! Nice one Namratha!

    Reply
  • October 18, 2018 at 3:54 am
    Permalink

    As a hospice worker, i often reflect on how we spend our lives accumulating things and, at the end, it all gets donated to a thrift store or tossed in a dumpster. Sigh.

    Reply
    • October 18, 2018 at 10:35 pm
      Permalink

      True. Reminds me of my grandmother who had a lot of collections which we discovered after her death.

      Reply
  • October 18, 2018 at 2:44 am
    Permalink

    Am reminded of the great display case, my oma keep in the great room of the old farmhouse. It was filled with loving momentos that her children (my uncles and aunts) and grandchildren gave. Great sadness, when we emptied it, after her death, June 1996. It held a soapstone carving (from the Northwest Territories) to popsicle sticks framed photo of my cousins. So do miss her old world love that she shared with everyone.

    Reply
    • October 18, 2018 at 10:33 pm
      Permalink

      That’s a beautiful way to preserve memories

      Reply
  • October 18, 2018 at 1:40 am
    Permalink

    Oh my. I live in a bric-a-brac free zone. I have some rules in my house, one is which that something of equal weight and size must be discarded before something else can be brought in. some people get comfort out of stuff….nothing of any value, just stuff.

    Reply
    • October 18, 2018 at 4:12 pm
      Permalink

      How I wish to implement such a policy. This is written partly from my own experience and partly from many people around me. I do feel the weight of too many things at times

      Reply
  • October 18, 2018 at 12:51 am
    Permalink

    “Who needs air when you have things?” Haha! And then the claustrophobia GROWS! ANd your poem truly makes me sense “drowning in abundance.”

    Reply
    • October 18, 2018 at 4:10 pm
      Permalink

      Thank you Susan for reading😊

      Reply
  • October 17, 2018 at 10:27 pm
    Permalink

    I dont know why that face is showing as my profile picture, no idea how to make it go away.

    Reply
  • October 17, 2018 at 8:36 pm
    Permalink

    Bric-a-brac everything, love the way you used that.

    Reply

I would love to know your thoughts! Speak to me

Follow

Get the latest posts delivered to your mailbox:

%d bloggers like this: