Open Poetry #50 |
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The Ins And Outs Of A Very Strange Box: “Put A Lid On It, Bluesy…!” |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror ![]() |
I found a little box I brought it to my home I took it to my room I opened the little box I saw her there, in the corner of the box I lifted her out on my finger I saw that she had been crying I wanted to ask her why I was surprised to know that she was sad I turned in circles to dry her tears I then saw a smile evolve as we twirled about I was happy to see that she had wings I saw her begin to move them, first slow...then faster I delighted in their fluttering and she rose from my finger I saw her smile widen and my room became warmer I saw her wave to me as she turned...and flew out my window I started to feel sad I felt I had lost a friend I started to cry I looked at the box, and it seemed bigger now I climbed into the box and laid in the corner I let the box close slowly over me I hope someone will one day find me ...I hope it won't take very long ...just bein' Bluesy |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Ah, not to worry, we are nosey creatures and I doubt your box will go undisturbed for long. ![]() ~L |
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Bluesy Socrateaser Member Elite
since 2002-11-07
Posts 2417In The Mirror |
It's not too uncomfortable, Miss Lori...it's just that it's so dark. ...just bein' Bluesy |
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