#accumulate
When I dream,
I feel free,
Like last night,
I had a dream that
My mom and I were moving in
To our old house, in which, I grew up
Because
We were done,
And so over it.
She said that she had
“Asked the landlord to clean
The mold” that shows up in my dreams, usually,
When I think about this old house, or
That old shack, or cabin, or
Whatever you want to call it.
We, each, got our old rooms back;
And it was debatable about the third room,
Near the bathroom, downstairs.
Where stuff, and stuff, and more stuff
Accumulated. I imagined,
In my dream,
That we would, either,
Rent it out, or let stuff accumulate, again.
©2025Ellen Finn
Nov 18, 2025
Nov 18, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
The older I've gotten
Older I feel
More reality barely rearranges
All pain accumulates
Nothing but hand of time changes
Jul 8, 2023
Jul 8, 2023 at 7:25 AM UTC
Is burrowing a web
weaving a collection,
accumulating an anthology
For a far gone day
Stash them away
set them aside with a
what, when, why
rather than right
now ambitious zeal
discoverable.
findability.
Its the nature of the undertaking.
My minds an unavoidable reciprocal
Gratified by wasting time,
It’s just there filling space
Tucked away for a rainy day
In every nook and cranny
Tickling the fancy.
Affording a kind of intellectual gusto
that's borderline deplorable
accumulatively downright trifling.
Nonetheless,
even if it's unnecessary
I'll never get my fill
paper to hand typing away
uncovering all of life's mysteries
Oct 14, 2017
Oct 14, 2017 at 10:09 AM UTC