Music Box

(some free verse, written 10 years ago, about a recurring dream, of events that took place much further back in time).

Whilst I lie sleeping, it is you

returning to haunt

my dreams, the tapestry woven

and raging torrent passed. Battles

fought with our daughter's demons,

invasion of my left breast. You,

recurring betrayal, sliding worm-like, deep

into subconscious darkness,

blackness of mind's eye,

stillness of night. Disturbing

my freedom.

The box opens but no

dancing ballerina pirhouettes

pure in white tutu

and satin slippers

to heavenly tune. Notes

wretched, melancholic

all I hear, the guilt from our lost child

speaking.

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

A very sensitive write Chris, a lost child .... was she lost as a baby , or is she lost because of circumstance?

The music box brings only sadness instead of joy and i like the metaphor you have used, it is so poignant.

You have opened your heart here, to share your grief, a very brave thing to do ((hugs))

[Chris Shaw]

Good morning Stella. Recurring dream of events, way back in time. I am healed now, thankfully and the lost child, also healed. Thank you Chris

[Stella Armour]

Ah, that is so good to know.... :)

[Coyote Poetry]

Powerful and honest words written dear Christine. You made the reader understand your words and thoughts. This is what poetry suppose to do. The past can be sweet and can be haunting. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.

Coyote

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Coyote for your kind words

Chris

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Chris. I loved your work today.

[Chris Shaw]

That is really nice of you to say so. I appreciate very much your comments on all the poems of mine your read today.

Chris

[Sami Khalil]

"Disturbing
my freedom.
The box opens but no
dancing ballerina pirhouettes
pure in white tutu
and satin slippers
to heavenly tune."

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Sami

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

Very delicate and melancholic. Recurring dreams are taken as signs in some cultures woven with mystery. Your title and poem are endearing.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Sami, for your kind review. Appreciate your visit.

[Sami Khalil]

You are welcome, Christine.

[Onlyme]

Delicately and heartfelt as well as soul-searching reaching into oneself of a child passing. How it affects you deeply and takes you over. I am so very sorry for your loss. Your child is with you always. Knowing you love them beyond life itself. forever into eternity. They are with you.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Dee.

[Jimmy Yetts]

Dark and tragic content.
A poem not easily forgotten, Chris!

[Chris Shaw]

It was a dark period, but thankfully the light crept in Jimmy.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

people slip away from us...and when it is family it hurts twice as much...but the healing can be so soothing...and you prove that it can happen...
the melancholy can turn to hugs and smiles...and acceptance.
j.

[Chris Shaw]

The melancholy can indeed be healed, and acceptance comes with time. We have to move forward. Thank you Jacob.