Musings on Crumbs

crumbsCrumbs on the table.
I see them there but do not care.
A little dirt is no deterrent,
Creates no desire to turn away.
The world’s too clean by far.
Antiseptic and bare
Are not the ways of Nature.
Man-made are the attitudes
Of pristinity and cleanliness.

Sterile environments lead to
Sterile thoughts. Where is the
Debris that will create life’s
Compost if you keep sweeping
It out the door?  Where is the
Compost  that will host life’s scattered
Thought seeds? Where is the diversity of
Blooming ideas that seek cross pollination?

Where has all the soil gone that
Nourishes my soul?

About joegergen

To evoke a smile. That's all. Author of "Methane Wars: A Fable" and "Lear's Fool" as well as various poems and some these painting things as well.
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2 Responses to Musings on Crumbs

  1. I love how you speak out to the dark, messy forces. You’re right; the world is too clean by far.

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