Only My Scent

old fashioned woman

I’ve moved to a small house.
It is too big.
I have too many pots,
although I’ve given away
again and again.

Like Alice, I drank from
the bottle and shrank
my world, yet I remain
with excess.

How little I need or
what these days, yet
I can not seem to find
the balance. Perhaps
I will continue to
give away until there
is no more me left,
only the scent of
where I have been.


  1. Beautiful and wistful. This poem also speaks to me as we have moved, downsized. Like you, I kept too much but daily, what I need diminishes. Thank you.


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