A tiny wooden table
With a crocheted doily
That fit the round top
I took it home
After she died
I thought it would comfort me
When I cried

The book ends
From the petrified forest
Might have kept me grounded
When I swayed

But they didn’t
Nothing did
No thing did

Tropical bird
On exotic flowers
The gold framed painting
Had no magical powers

But
I didn’t sway
I didn’t cry
Because
Nothing changed
Love doesn’t die
 
About the poem:
After watching the movie, “Minimalism” on Netflix, it helped motivate me to reassess what I really need.
I kept hearing these other voices in my head, “You really should have something of your mother’s. You really should have something of your father’s.”
Indeed I do. 23 chromosones from each and a heart filled with love.
Goodwill can have the stuff. I’ll get it later if I ever need a table, a doily, book ends or a painting.
For now, I have what I need.
 
“We as a culture have lost our minds.” – Minimalism Movie
[youtube https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Co1Iptd4p4]
About the poet:
Joan Gregerson has dabbled in Minimalism for quite awhile. From traveling by bicycle for 6 months in New Zealand and Australia, to traveling in Latin America with hubby, kids and backpacks, to living in studio apartment in South Korea, minimalism is liberation from the chains of accumulaconsumerism that threatens to swallow us whole. Joan is the host of the Nourish! Retreat in Grand Lake in August 2017Nourish! Retreat in Grand Lake in August 2017 and the creator of the program Food Freedom NaturallyFood Freedom Naturally.

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