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

Date: 6/15/2015 4:01:00 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

Date: 5/28/2015 10:39:00 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

Date: 4/28/2015 12:44:00 PM

Just a nice piece to read - and you hope his darling Clementine will return and stay next time...

Monterey Sirak

Date: 4/24/2015 4:08:00 PM

So sad, yet ending with great hope. You are painting yourself out of the box.

Maurice Yvonne

Date: 4/17/2015 8:34:00 AM

This is an excellent write I can actually smell the clementines and I can feel the melancholy so aptly described.

James Peranteau

Date: 4/16/2015 1:55:00 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

Date: 4/16/2015 12:11:00 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

Date: 4/16/2015 6:50:00 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

Date: 4/15/2015 1:29:00 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

Date: 4/10/2015 11:31:00 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

Date: 4/9/2015 10:35:00 PM

daver, you get so creative sometimes!! This is unusual and I sure enjoyed seeing this new writing from you!

Gail Debole

Date: 4/9/2015 9:51:00 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

Date: 4/8/2015 1:13:00 PM

One can feel boxed in, in many places, when alone. I love those little clementines, too!