CayCay Godwin Poet Free verse

Boxes Set High

A chorus of boxes hums tonelessly on high rafters
where unwieldy boxed and stocked memory realms
squirm under drowsy dust just beyond my sight’s reach.

On my journey, family, romantic loves, places
and friends have dipped as memory twisted 
mist, spun in bleary pieced feeling conditions
that time tossed dark-shelved from my vision.

But around does come moments of poignant grabs
that hoist me thru the dust to see a memory touch
and as I sit or lie with it, it seeps my depths inside of it.

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Andrea Dietrich October 17, 2025 at 12:11 PM Love this, Caycay. It's short and clever. Will soupmail you a few things later.

Gregory Richard Barden December 17, 2019 at 5:58 AM I love this! Best wishes and congratulations on your Honorable Mention in Brian's contest, CayCay - keep the ink flowing, my friend! Blessings! :o) <3

Na Na December 16, 2019 at 3:04 PM Congrats on your winning poem Cay Cay

John Hamilton November 13, 2019 at 6:47 PM Marvelous write Cay Cay, you always have such unique phrasing, it was on full display with this write. Especially enjoyed the interspersed coincidental rhymes. What a treat!

Darlene De Beaulieu November 10, 2019 at 3:01 PM Hello Ca Cay, as i read this poem,I felt tha i was in the junkyard looking at all the items there. have a nice a nice day my friend.

Craig Cornish November 3, 2019 at 8:06 AM If I was a multiple placement judge this would be placed much higher but sadly for some I am not. Still, this is very much just as worthy as second place with 10 others and more so. Your poems are never "everyday" and always reach deeper emotions like your final 3 lines allude.

Eve Roper November 2, 2019 at 7:41 PM Congratulations on your win. CayCay, in My Favorite Junkyard not a contest I wanted to enter and didn't. Hugs Eve

Andrea Dietrich November 2, 2019 at 7:08 PM this has your signature Caycay style I love so much!! Glad to see you got a placement worth something with Craig. I did not even try this contest. Congrats, my friend.

Sandra Adams November 2, 2019 at 4:24 PM back to say congratulations CayCay... hugs :)

Beautiful Scars November 2, 2019 at 4:06 PM So glad to see this on the winners list sweet CayCay! Amazing poetry...x:)-luloo

Richard Lamoureux November 2, 2019 at 10:58 AM I was intrigued by the title and was equally satisfied by the poem. Well done Cay Cay. Hugs Rick.

Winged Warrior November 2, 2019 at 9:57 AM You almost make a junkyard sound neat lol...great entry my friend...best for a win Cay Cay...^WW^ :o)

Casarah Nance November 1, 2019 at 8:28 PM I like your words, the descriptions are different, expressive and well done.

Vijay Pandit November 1, 2019 at 4:22 PM This is awesome poetry my friend..well beyond the bounds of ordinary, CayCay. I am saving as my FAVE.

Sandra Adams October 31, 2019 at 8:56 PM I love this CayCay...the boxes sit and gather dust, but sometimes we peek in those boxes and feel the pain or happiness... great write my sweet friend... hugs! :)

Chris Green October 31, 2019 at 8:50 AM Wow, she pops back in just to leave a jewel for us to find in this dusty cluttered poetic attic called Soup. Always a treasure when you write my friend.

Eileen Manassian October 31, 2019 at 7:05 AM Yes, I often love to open up those boxes to relieve memories....to lie with the and forget the passage of time. Thanks for this nostalgic piece, dear.

Gershon Wolf October 30, 2019 at 9:13 PM This is an amazing poem, CayCay. The images you've depicted are so familiar, so authentic, for who among us doesn't have these boxes put away and forgotten, unwieldy stacked, on some obscure shelf? And yet, the memories in them are so tender. The complexity of your phrasing, moreover, had me reading this several times, to glean all the meaning that I could from it. Bravo. Warmest wishes, Gershon