Tucked Away

 

I have a box in which I put away my Exceptionals.
Some things are pretty, dainty fripperies
others are broken trinkets of reflections.

When I am heavy with brooding and
sallow around the membrane
I pull out my box of treasures.
It has grown cumbersome with time and
a hefty burden to drag from it's hiding place.

I sit on the floor facing my package
pondering the sanity of lifting the lid.
I feel a kinship with Pandora.
My hand hovers for a moment.
Do I? Don't I? Should I?
Questions, I suspect, of a woman's kind.

As if, to say, "we're tired of waiting old lady"
my hands have worked the lid from the top.
I did not even know it.

There are new things, that dazzle.
And shinny things, hard things and sweet things.
There are old things, dusty and nearly forgotten.

Layer by layer I take each one out.
I caress them, hug them and some I even
want to throw out.

There are letters, crushed roses and baby bonnets.
Pictures of fine summer days and lovers weaved together.
There are daydreams, nightmares and sweet hopes .
There is youthful naivete's, shattered assumptions, and
sophisticated worldliness.

Each is Exceptional in it's beauty and ugliness.
They are all me. I love them all.
Some I don't need. Some I don't want.
I put them aside and say my good-byes.

It is time, once again, to tuck it away.
With love and tenderness and even a little hate
I put each thing back in it's place.

Reviews

[Carolina Kel]

This is really good. It actually reminds me of the boxes I keep old diaries in. Every now and then I go back and read what was going on in my head 3-4 years ago. It never ceases to amaze me how much I and everything around me changes just in a year even. Very good! ^_^

[locks]

Wonderful poem. I love this idea of a box of dreams, hopes, assumptions, ideas, worldliness and what it reveals about the writer. I enjoyed how these "exceptionals" are impatient to be set free and also your allusion to Pandora as well. What an interesting idea to store all of oneself in a box!

Thanks so much for sharing this piece.

[Lori]

Great philosophy and practice here. Looking over your history and seeing how you became who you are is really what this box symbolizes. I love how you sprinkle in the details of your past, and how you show the slow changes, when you say your good-byes to those you don't need anymore. It's a very precious poem, and a sort of counter to my poem "Consume" in which everyone tries to make themselves better by acquiring new things (retail therapy) rather than examining all they already have to symbolize who they are.

[xXx JakBeNimble xXx]

great piece...i feel like i was the one lifting the lid off the box

excellent story i enjoyed it as your others...

[Raven Held]

This one's really unique, but really delightful.

The persona's tone is conversational, which makes this a smooth read.

Another great piece. Thanks for sharing!

Loves,
Raven

[TtransllucentT]

It makes me think of this box I have that I had tucked my middle school memories within...

I enjoy your style of writing.

[Twilight Dancer]

Great write - I can see, feel, and hear what you are doing, feeling, touching, thinking. I too, have a little box of sentiments that mean nothing to anyone but me - but to me they bring back so many memories - good, sad, and bad - still they are a part of me and the road I journeyed to be who I am today - sounds so you with my friend. Thanks for sharing ... TD :)

[Cheryl Ann Welch-Davis]

Very good story/poem. I love the trace of the path of your memories.

Thanks for sharing this with me.

[Butterflymom]

This is absolutely AWESOME. It is the most remarkable of your poems so far that I've read.
Beautiful sweetie!! .................ButterflyMom

[CarrieLynn {Chameleon A..]

i love it...good job! :)