Flower in a Box

Not sure what to call this. Dont' want to give the main idea away until you've read the first part of the first stanza.

I pick it up with kid gloves

Reverantly respectful

Eyes tenderly tracing each

Line and idea, gently as I

Lower it softly into a box;

Hasn't shattered, not a mark

Mars its frail beauty as yet

It's simply become something

Too pretty to make use of

At the moment, this dream

 

Reality has this terrible way

Of catching up on me at last

Removing rose colored view,

The silly song in my heart

Paused on the grandest note;

Delayed indefinitely by my

Sense of responsibility or

Just my sense, I hate sense.

A part of me will rest there

In that box, with that dream

 

Tell me that one day I can

Dare to open it again to find

It will still be whole, and not

A little pile of charry ash;

Tell me you'll keep watering

That flower we tried to grow

Hopeful that come next spring

It will finally blossom, beauteous

Tell me that you still love me

Though I've put away our dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

yes, this is how I feel right now. :( I hate putting dreams away in a box.

Reviews

[Emily Elizabeth]

What a gorgeous metaphor for such a sad concept!
Though it worries me because I'd hate to think you were putting your dreams in a box :( You deserve so much happiness, and are a wonderful person!
There's not much I can say about the high quality of your work that I haven't said before. But I mean every word of it.
You can put your dream in a box but whatever you do, don't put it away on the highest shelf, keep in beside you as a reminder for you to take it out again

[Adela Muresan]

How sad, and deep.
I liked the way you illustrated a part of you being, numb.
The originality of the title took me straight to it , and I'm glad it did :) !

A.M.

[The Postman]

kudos
kudos

[AK]

One of my hardest lessons was learning to wait on God. It can be so difficult to wait, I know. But if we'll allow Him to make all preparations in His time and will then the final realization of the dream or goal is often absolute perfection.
I know it's difficult to wait when a thing or goal seems so perfect and appropriate. But the investment in patience is always worth the price.

This poem is one of your most intimate and powerful I think. It's beautiful!

[Silent Kim aka mizmetap..]

Dreams are the best parts of reality. It keeps us going and I just hate it when you can't remeber that exceptional dream.

Hopeful that come next spring

this line gives the dream hope great poem.

[Omar]

This brought tears to my eyes.
I hate putting away dreams. I hate it when the cold harsh world forces you to recoil and shed the rose colored glasses. I hate that, and it is the biggest fear of my life. Sure, I'm seventeen, but my dreams are big, big enough, and I can't bear the thought of ever having to let go of them.
This world really is a harsh place.
Your poem depicts this notion perfectly.
Wonderful, thanks for sharing:)
Love,
O