Only yesterday years of thoughts and memories kept secretly locked away vanished. Good to no one but myself should I choose to recall a pertinent moment or two.
Life lost in a cardboard box... Duct-taped, sealed, stamped and delivered; Destined to be touched by those who could never understand the ways of my world.
Paul, I love this poem because it reminds me of another story. Before Dr. Norman Vincent Peale (the father of positive thinking) died in (I think 1995) I read everything he wrote. One of the things he said we should do every night is, "write down the problems we had that day, ball up the paper and throw it in the trash." A very thought provoking poem.
Reviewed by S J (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2007
This is beautiful and most touching, Paul. Your poem is filled with soulful depth. Very inspiring and excellently written!
Enjoyed this creative and clever write...our memories are treasured and for the author and the poet they pour onto our paper and computers along with our heart and soul...great write, best of luck!
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
I know this feeling all too well! I have had treasured memories boxed up for years now, they call out to me to open but I can't squeeze myself between all the new crap in order to get to them!
It seems that, just knowing they are safe, and that one day I will get someone to bring them down, then, I will enjoy those boxed memories again...yeah...when I get old! HA!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Reviewed by Flying Fox Ted L Glines (Reader)
Reviewed on February 5, 2007
Sounds like the last time I sent a manuscript off to a publisher. I wonder -- do we write to be understood, or do we write to simply express ourselves? Which ever way that goes, you expressed this one with stark clarity, and I do understand. Nice work!
Paul forgive me for saying this...minds gone at the mo its the heat you know, but your write gave rise to one thing when i read it, "Mouse Hunt" LOL, so sorry i just got an image of the mouse being sent off to Fidel Castro, and being sent back because they shorchanged the postie LOL, Oh dear your write was so poignant too.
I think my Aunty is having trouble with her precious moments that she had tucked away too, after she found her files all raided!!
Good write, good to read you, I try to get around at least 2 of my readers a night..
A masterful way of saying, "My life is changed as of this day!"
Your words, however, make, "Boxed in," an expression of freedom.
These are rare and restful words.
- Bill
Imogene, a country-bred girl, longs to make a life for herself in New York City. She joins forces with her former college roommate to start a movie production company in the big city.
Married ten years, and more in love than ever, Robert and Marcie have everything to live for. But a terrible secret is breaking Robert's heart: he knows that Marcie is about to die...
Sheila
Sounds like new beginnings!
Wonderfully said and felt in your words!
YOu invoke so much in the mind~
WArmly, WArrior Lady Sheeeoox
Peace,
Joselyn
Thank you
Love, Sheila
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Well penned mate...hope you boxed this off to a publisher!!
Love Tinka
It seems that, just knowing they are safe, and that one day I will get someone to bring them down, then, I will enjoy those boxed memories again...yeah...when I get old! HA!
Love and Peace~
Kimmy~
Ted
I think my Aunty is having trouble with her precious moments that she had tucked away too, after she found her files all raided!!
Good write, good to read you, I try to get around at least 2 of my readers a night..
Cheers mate
Ch'erie
Your words, however, make, "Boxed in," an expression of freedom.
These are rare and restful words.
- Bill
You have described the feeling and expressed it so well. Very creative write indeed!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Hugs, Laura