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BOXES
Contributed by
softerware
on
Saturday, 16th March 2013 @ 04:42:06 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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Little wooden boxes:
Rocked by mama's shoe:
Early in our memory,
The finest love we knew
Little velvet boxes
Diamonds set in gold;
Promises and sweetness
so much yet to hold.
Rows of wooden boxes
on the flat dirt grade;
Flower-boxed the windows
Where our children played.
Glossy veneer boxes
Typewriters and phones
Never have so many
Felt so all alone.
Little wooden flattop
Fingers search the past
Strum to hide the longing
Going home at last
Little wooden boxes
Where the crosses grew
Pretty flowers see me
Underneath God's shoe.
Copyright ©
softerware
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2013-03-16 16:42:06]
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Re: BOXES
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 17th March 2013 @ 04:03:19 AM AEST
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I remember, when I was young, a cardboard box filled with marsh mellows, that was a prize/ an incredible gift I dutifully consumed. I somehow don't like them any more.
but I like your poem.
Thanks!
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Re: BOXES
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by emystar on
Sunday, 17th March 2013 @ 05:42:14 PM AEST
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Very good writing.
Blessings,
emy
It's also very beautiful. |
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