Cleaning the house

Every new beginning clings
to the edge, of a pivotal
moment of regret;
for a sorrow that can’t be measured,
but carries in itself a weight,
like the sickly smell of lilies left or
mud that sticks to boots.

We clasp to past because
there is comfort in the pain;
instead of changing
sheets we endure the stains.

But the day will come
to clean the house
to sweep the floors and
let this stale air be replaced
with a brightness
breezed from spring.

Young Man with a Broom by Vincent van Gogh

A poem to be linked to Open Platform at toads tomorrow.

20 responses to “Cleaning the house

  1. This, for me, evoked very strong imagery. Perhaps it is the change of season – that always makes me think of entering a new passage, with a bit of dust from the old one, still clinging. An awesome piece of writing that gave me pause.

  2. You are so right. I needed to read this — to help me let go and move on with my life.

    This is an excellent poem, start to finish, with wonderful, imagery, expression, and line breaks. Thank you for writing this.

  3. Some great lines, Björn! ‘instead of changing sheets we endure the stains’-and I love the ending
    ‘let this stale air be replaced
with a brightness
breezed from spring.’

  4. Love this especially; “instead of changing sheets we endure the stains”💞 Powerfully penned.

  5. Comfort can hurt so much to keep. Starting over can be so terrifying. But like your poems suggests by the end, change is a necessity… something we must get if we want to breathe.

  6. Ah, spring cleaning! I’ve just bought a new vacuum cleaner in preparation. But seriously, the lines,
    ‘…a sorrow that can’t be measured,
    but carries in itself a weight,
    like the sickly smell of lilies left or
    mud that sticks to boots’
    carry so much meaning for me. The year my mum died, I went to stay with my daughter in the month before the funeral, which happened to be January into February. I remember thinking not to let the florist include lilies in the wreath because Mum hated the sickly smell. We took the dogs for walks every day, for which I had to buy some new wellies that got covered in mud. I forgot to clean them before I left and Ellen put them in a cupboard as they were and I haven’t seen them since – I wonder what state they are in now. Just goes to show the state I was in then.
    My favourite lines are:
    ‘We clasp to past because
    there is comfort in the pain;
    instead of changing
    sheets we endure the stains’ – but only for so long. I’m just about ready for that spring clean of the soul..

  7. kaykuala

    We clasp to past because
    there is comfort in the pain

    Resistance to change is a strong element to hinder any necessary action to progress. Agreed, Bjorn!

    Hank

  8. Really beautiful Bjorn. Especially loved this: We clasp to past because
there is comfort in the pain;
instead of changing
sheets we endure the stains.- Reminds me of a Swedish proverb: If everyone swept their own doorstep the whole world would be clean.

  9. Excellent, excellent poem! The opening lines are something I think so many can relate to and you expressed the idea with aching precision.

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