silence
has hovered
for days now
shrouding my vision
with arbitrary
thought.
gravity pulls
on the ribbon
of existence,
unties the bow
that makes it
pretty.
i can open
everything
that holds
me
but instead
i leave that box
sitting
on a shelf
in the corner
dust-coated
to prove
i have not
been there.
::
::
::
September 6th, 2011 at 1:04 pm
very nice…i esp like the second stanza…and the ability to open, but choosing not to…to choose not to go there…nice write…
September 6th, 2011 at 1:52 pm
nice .. I wish my mind worked in such an eloquent way
September 6th, 2011 at 3:21 pm
that second stanza really speaks to me….amazing
September 6th, 2011 at 3:22 pm
intriguing…leaving the box sitting to prove you’ve not been there…powerful and a meaningful closure…great
September 6th, 2011 at 3:37 pm
What a succinct poem saying so much.
Opening a choice, for sure. Lovely reminder.
And your images are devastatingly lovely.
September 6th, 2011 at 3:57 pm
And why do we do that? When the very thing we need to do is open that box. So well written..thanks for sharing..
September 6th, 2011 at 3:59 pm
It sounds as if you have closed the box on a piece of your life, tucked it away so that you don’t have to deal with it again. If that is what is is, it is very eloquently said in this lovely piece.
September 6th, 2011 at 4:01 pm
this piece holds a lot of mystery.. beautifully written.
September 6th, 2011 at 4:05 pm
Like the simple but creative way of looking at silence… and your last lines are powerful~
September 6th, 2011 at 4:25 pm
Very intriguing to say the least. Having the box there being able to touch it, yet not wanting to ever again. Wonderful piece, really made me think. That can’t be good with my head though..haha
September 6th, 2011 at 5:05 pm
i love what silence does to you…..
it makes me antsy 🙁
and dust coated….wait, has that box been in my house ?
September 6th, 2011 at 5:40 pm
Love the graceful dignity in this piece. nicely penned.
September 6th, 2011 at 5:41 pm
Oh yes, I certainly like this one of yours – here’s mine: http://www.image-verse.com/clown
September 6th, 2011 at 5:50 pm
I read all of your poems — usually I don’t know what to say. This is me, not knowing what to say except… Wow.
September 6th, 2011 at 6:16 pm
I hear ya. Reality feels a distant memory when we stand too far removed from the box that was built to contain us.
September 6th, 2011 at 6:23 pm
I like this defying of what is, done in such a fine, authoritative way also. Well done.
September 6th, 2011 at 6:54 pm
Marvelous write. I love the imagery of opening and closing yourself. Thanks for this!
September 6th, 2011 at 7:14 pm
I LOVE this!!! How earthy, how real, how intensely human! Gravity unties the bow that makes existence pretty……. Everybody thinks that, so few people say it, they want to stick it in a box on the shelf and let others think it doesn’t affect them……. I love real people, Mrs. Mediocrity, and I am happy to make your acquaintance…… I’m John……
September 6th, 2011 at 7:33 pm
I wonder if I can open everything that holds me. Would I want to? Love this poem more than ice cream.
September 6th, 2011 at 7:36 pm
Really nice. like this piece a lot. Flow is wonderful and the ending superb, thanks for the write
September 6th, 2011 at 8:22 pm
yeah, silence can do that, set the thought demons loose.
i absolutely marvel at that third graph, the formidable middle portion of this piece. that graph held me still, and i followed you happily and hypnotically to the end.
the third read was the best:)
September 6th, 2011 at 8:28 pm
hard choice not to open it….beautiful write.
September 6th, 2011 at 9:18 pm
why not just open it we know we are going to open it in the end. I love your poem and your blog site it is such a pleasure to read your words
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/08/29/unsuspecting-creatures-of-the-night/
September 6th, 2011 at 9:25 pm
Wow, Mrs. Magnificent this is profound and elegant.
September 6th, 2011 at 10:19 pm
Scary good. And true. Second stanza is only exceeded by the finish. Fine writing.
September 6th, 2011 at 11:18 pm
I love the images, love the second stanza and the ending; intriguing and thoughtful poem.
September 7th, 2011 at 10:05 am
This is so lovely. I admire poets, I have a sort of poetry block. Your photo is stunning; a bit abstract but just enough is revealed to speak to the subject. As always, a wonderful post.
September 7th, 2011 at 11:32 am
Oh, Jo, this is so good! Compact, yet full of exposition and introspection. I love it when a poet writes a complete piece that does it all, yet leaves enough room “inside” for the reader to insert their own thoughts. I’ve tied this one to me with that ribbon gravity pulled off. Seeing as how you didn’t need it.
September 7th, 2011 at 2:12 pm
out of site out of mind, eh? Maybe someday the dust will get blown off and you will open the box. there is something to be said for not throwing it away.
September 7th, 2011 at 3:01 pm
Brilliant closing stanza.
September 7th, 2011 at 8:45 pm
silence sometimes speaks louder than any words …