Bank Box (poem) by Darrell and Kathy Adams on AuthorsDen

Bank Box
by Darrell and Kathy Adams → (All Poetry by Darrell and Kathy Adams)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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Safe deposit boxes often hold dreams hostage, and life's can be a likely accomplice. Now, more than ever, we can look to the bad guys as well.
Innocent vacuum rectangle of all that is good in mankind Dream catcher, dream snatcher, dream leave it behind. Up marble stairs, in through the glass gates, down carpeted steps Into the cavern of wee little doors, waiting to see which one will strip The unsuspecting victim next, of their morals, principles, hope. Who ever thought corruption could outgrow our mind's scope? Love do you have your key? and does it perfectly match the bank's? Don't lose it while dashing through your life on tender planks. Don't stretch your mental muscles and turn and look around and wonder all of a sudden, how your values have wound down. All for papers residing in a box waiting for a matching pair of keys Or the hope you traded yesterday, expecting more than these Paltry scraps of a well crafted future that is now a puny past Something emerges from a horror show and you are a starring member of the cast. Kathy Adams

Reviewed by Jane Noponen Perinacci

Reviewed on January 26, 2013

This takes me back to when my parents would go to check on their stocks and bonds. Thank God they were never "taken"!

Love ya!

Jane

Reviewed by Rose Rideout

Reviewed on April 19, 2009

So very true as I read each line you have written and shared. Thank you for sharing.

Newfie Hugs, Rose

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Thank you, Darrell and Kathy, for a unique and powerful message, scripted in a most compelling way. I like your whole approach to this and especially how you have made quite a "concrete" material subject so imaginative and visual. This just goes to show that there is no such thing as a "poetic topic" or, conversely, a topic that is NOT poetic when looked at with fresh and creative eyes and minds. Bless you, Kate xx

Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner

Sadness in these lines, Kathy - well done.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

Reviewed by Georg Mateos

Who would have thought that the robbers will be the bank-cashiers?
Who would have thought that a Vice-president would be so corrupt offering the lives of over 4000 American soldiers so his cronies could take cheap oil?
Yes, who would have thought that for gain a few bucks to put in secret accounts they would go to the extent of bankrupting America?
Bank Boxes have not only secrets but also the truth away from our eyes.

Georg