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Music Box

Ballerina prisoner figurine Such beauty locked away Only dances When she sees the light of day But, in my mind Her twirls are reminiscent Of forgotten memories, round and round Stirring music weighs So, I hide her still Under key And silence Hoping she is forgiving Until a fondness of providence is found That soon soul will awaken Her gracefulness hopes of ironies O' may she dance her way back among my living

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Melanie Hillmer

Date: 3/30/2012 1:25:00 PM

I chose to read this one, as I am a songwriter(un-published), and recently, re-started playing my guitar. I must say I was very pleased with the choice I'd made. This is BEAUTIFUL!!!!! God surely has blessed you with the gift to write in a VERY unique way that's all your own. Thanks again for sharing.

Lucilla Carrillo

Date: 1/30/2012 2:16:00 PM

Michael; This a beautiful poem. I loved it. Free verse is what I mostely write. Thanks for sharing. Lucilla

Wilma Neels

Date: 1/16/2012 12:24:00 PM

The hidden messages in this gem. I have never thought of the music box in this way Michael.. I really enjoyed this one as well :) thank you for your comment and for directing me in your way!!

Danny Stinson

Date: 12/9/2011 7:07:00 PM

Wow, this is an excellent poem. It makes my hair stand on end.

Carol Sunshine Brown

Date: 12/9/2011 7:42:00 AM

Enjoyed reading your wonderful poetry today. Wishing you a beautiful weekend full of love and joy Michael. Love, Carol

Katie Telling

Date: 12/9/2011 2:12:00 AM

I have a music box exactly like this! I love this poem. It honestly brought me right back to my childhood when I used to play with it at my grandma's house. Thank you for this!! Well done!