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The box.

Funny when I open that old

box of reveries the hinges creak,

but somehow, it manages to shut

with a flash and a bang.

 

 

Riots, gunfire, love and family

all laughed and cried from deep within it.

 

 

I challenged to revisit it,

kept it open with my heart and faith,

I searched and found unwrapped presents

I'd forgotten to open, each contained forgiveness.

In a list

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  • Kari gold member
    May 27, 2008

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    Aw, this is so sweet and so very precious! I love this a lot! Thank you very much for your entry


    Kari


  • Pure Thought silver member
    February 9, 2008

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    Dolores

    I always knew you were a person of stronger spirit than I. Especially where forgiveness comes in. I will strive to learn from you.
    Beautiful thoughts and feelings.
    Buddy


  • quantumsurveyor
    February 9, 2008

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    A charming simply expressed yet deep poem of absolute relevance to us all. We can, of course, clearly understand meaning even where spelling typos occur but we should take on board the need for proper English when we are writing "proper" poetry - so, roit should be riot, creek should be creak and gunnfire should be gunfire. Thanks so much for sharing this.


  • Mairi bheag gold member
    February 9, 2008

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    Oh the idea behind this is really fine, and it is expressed simply and succinctly. The poem is only marred by a couple of minor points of presentation - if you tidy those up, I think you're in for a gold!


  • grannyeri gold member
    February 8, 2008

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    It takes a long time to forgive, and sometimes it takes just such a simple things as opening a long closed box filled with nostalgic letters, pictures, unopened gifts, to make this happen. So easy to visualize this happening from the words you carefully chose here - some sadness, many memories and at the end closure. You have taken us on a journey - nice to peek in a see what's happening.


  • Jonty
    February 8, 2008

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    Love it!

    memories, nostalgia, perhaps a tinge of sadness - and then resolution, hope and a sense of returning joy (at least that's what it says to me)


  • Lexie - gold member
    February 7, 2008

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    I've missed this

    what a thing to come back to
    you are Queen of stories, ive said it before and i will again,
    i could sit and listen to you for hours
    this is deep, thought provocing and wonderfully done
    you capture pieces of life, spaces in time, create vivid pictures and tell amazing stories in so few words.
    simply put, you are amazing my dear friend


  • Cynthia Gaines gold member
    February 7, 2008

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    Masterfully Created, Designed & Spoken...

    Your ingenious portrayal of family memories in a box, stored for an eternity, including long-ago forgotten gifts, really touched me deeply... This is a piece for our world family to embrace. I think this is a very cleverly written poem! I love your vivid use of metaphor - you're still the best poetess on AP. Reign on, Dolores!! Best of luck in this contest!!! Peace & love, Cyn


  • FransB gold member
    February 6, 2008

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    First, thank you for this precious write. As they sometimes say: 'It's deep'. I chesrrished each word, as it holds so true for my country South Africa, and I dare say, some parts of the world. I was taken in thought to thinking that as I write here, there are many who are trapped in the anger and greed of war, losing their life as I am writing this. This is far beyond comprehension. I could picture the scene so vividly described in the first stanza: the box, the inquisitiveness, but also the apprehension. The sound of 'creaking' gives some insight into the ways of one who has not opened the box for some time, or if he/she did, not sufficiently open to delve inside. Who wants to do that? But no answer here, only we should be doing just that, in order to move on, but more so, to enjoy, to grow and to attain peace. Rightly so, 'forgiveness' is a difficult doing for some, at times easier for others and difficult towards the self. The box contains life in its sad state, but Ah ... there is the solace of love and family. I take note that you first use: 'riot' and 'gunfire' and then in sequence 'love' and 'family'. While 'love' can obliterate the consequences of 'riot' and 'gunfire', it is also a foundation for self and other relations, as well as for family life. Wonderful contrasts used here. I just love your final stanza: it has challenge, it provides a lesson [' ... my heart and faith'] on how to deal with the unknown in sensitive manner, it has both a surprise ending [forgiveness], as well as an important life ingredient towards self and others. I am honoured to have read this. God bless. Frans


  • myrataal silver member
    February 6, 2008

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    A challenged to revisit ...

    the gifts of the past, whether they contain sorrow or joy, just become the bestest of best ways to find that sometimes hidden forgivenes, also towards the self!

    A poem of nostalgia and of hope.

    Love
    Myra


  • Sagerider
    February 6, 2008

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    I like it alot

    I really enjoyed it. Too bad we don't have separate boxes so we could keep the good ones and seal up the bad one's forever.


  • Cannonsfire
    February 6, 2008

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    Ah it seems forgiveness is a theme for the day, you have no capability of holding hate dear friend, you are the bigger picture of all that makes Ireland so precious, you hold laughter and love so dear we can all feel it. Love, Chez

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