Daver Austin Poet Tanka

Boxes

BOXES

darling clementines
are little oranges in a box
or one woman
who left me twice
boxed in my little room

my little room
is where i try to forget
that face i loved
no doors    no windows
totally boxed in

times are tough
it’s not just the money
i’m in a box
no doors    no windows
trying to forget your sweet face

lying abed
dream    dream    dreaming
in my cozy box
looking up at a ceiling
painted with moon and stars

Dave Austin

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Delice Arleen Skelly June 15, 2015 at 4:01 PM Dave, the first line made me remember how much I enjoy clementines, particularly when they come packed in a bright box. Then you surprised me by considering the way life can box us in. The last verse is uplifting, we see the poet dreaming among moon and stars, beyond the confines of a box. Lovely~Delice

Funom Makama May 28, 2015 at 10:39 AM Great lines with majestic eloquence.. Your meandering of words still did not prevent your peice from giving out its message. This is an absolute 7!

Genevieve Mika-Stevens April 28, 2015 at 12:44 PM Just a nice piece to read - and you hope his darling Clementine will return and stay next time...

Monterey Sirak April 24, 2015 at 4:08 PM So sad, yet ending with great hope. You are painting yourself out of the box.

Maurice Yvonne April 17, 2015 at 8:34 AM This is an excellent write I can actually smell the clementines and I can feel the melancholy so aptly described.

James Peranteau April 16, 2015 at 1:55 PM Just like that little orange dear poet, the burst of your write; energetic ! Have a wonderful week my good friend.......much love, james

Joe Maverick April 16, 2015 at 12:11 PM Well Daver, I think quite apart from the theme of this write, you actually got out of the 'box' to put it 'write' L O L))) best wishes to you and all yours there..'

Michelle Mac Donald April 16, 2015 at 6:50 AM This write is so very dark and dismal...a person cooped up in a jail cell? Duh, well yes you silly BoBo. Terrible when I might ask a question, Daver, then answer my self.:( I have indigo pyjamas, painted with moon, stars and white clouds. That is neither here nor there. Keep well, thinking of you lots and lots...love, Mikki

Carolyn Devonshire April 15, 2015 at 1:29 PM Dear Daver, I guess we all have these little "boxes" in which our memories are stored. Try as we might, it's hard to forget past loves. Don't stare at the ceiling too long though. Go out and enjoy the moon and stars. Dreams can only take us so far. Sending big hugs to you as I endure pigskin withdrawal. Please write to Joyce if you can. She's having a tough time with two bad falls. Love you, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich April 10, 2015 at 11:31 PM Hey, Daver, thanks for your comments. yep, three hours sitting listening to a cop talk to us tomorrow. I will bring poetry to work on!! (if I can get away with it!)

Andrea Dietrich April 9, 2015 at 10:35 PM daver, you get so creative sometimes!! This is unusual and I sure enjoyed seeing this new writing from you!

Gail Debole April 9, 2015 at 9:51 AM Hello Daver - Thanks for stopping by. So sad...but stated so beautifully. Please unbox your mind and start creating your new brighter future. - Gail

M. L. Kiser April 8, 2015 at 1:13 PM One can feel boxed in, in many places, when alone. I love those little clementines, too!