Pandora Redux

PANDORA REDUX There are songs I must not listen to And poems I cannot read, Photographs and letters Which cause a heart to bleed Some found on yellowed paper In books to hold a place To guide returning readers At some later date Stacks of faded letters Writ in a firmer hand Pressed blossoms loveingly bound with ribbons Or kept in stacks in Dusty boxes On the top shelf Of a rarely opened closet. Magic carpets come to mind With power to evoke the sounds, smells and places of the past long since passed into reverie Handle with Care.. There Be Tigers……….