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The Box
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The Box |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania 
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The Box What’s packed was packed and wrapped with care The cartons stacked and tied with flair And all were marked and labeled thus So as to place them where we must The art of moving in the veins A practice yet I still complain But when It’s through , oh the surprize To know you were so organized I can unpack and put away A half a house in half a day And leave behind a room that’s clean And eat a sandwich in between Someone was careless this time round And left a box upon the ground So clearly marked and firmly tied With "attic" written on the side I have no attic in my home Nor did my former small abode So weary from a hectic day I put the little box away Then when I finally settled in I thought to empty all within And put them somewhere out of sight The very last deed of the night But opening the carton lid So neatly packed and firmy hid There, remnants of the long ago The things that no one else would know There was a book of hand writ verse The music scores I would rehearse The letters from my family Who sent their love across the sea A diary of who I met Photographs I would forget A stack of letters in his hand Of one who was the only man I’d packed it up and put away This cardboard box until this day And then forgot that he was gone So somehow I could then live on A cardboard box of reminisce For many years I didn't miss The pain contained was packed inside And labeled "Attic" on the side Now opened is this secret box Pandora tearfully unlocks A carton filled with love and tears To be unwrapped for many tears Elizabeth Santos [This message has been edited by Elizabeth Santos (edited 06-12-2000).] |
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Sudhir Iyer Member Ascendant
since 2000-04-26
Posts 6943Mumbai, India : now in Belgium |
Liz, I just read another of your poems before this and I already have another one to read... this is so beautiful... I am developing a feeling that the box is a chapter from the book of life lived thus far...Moving symbolises the act of moving on with life from one phase to another, from one stage to another, and the one in the attic, is that chapter, one tries to hide away in a distant corner, to be opened up when the right time comes, and then the emotions attached to that chapter flows in form of glee and or tears... have I understood this one right? Or maybe, I simply associate things differently. Anyway, this was a nice poem, another thought-provoking one... Many regards, sudhir. My heart is pounding, my stomach's inside out I'm feeling kind-a-shaky, my mind is full of doubt All I ever think about, is fearing fear itself, Wish I could unscrew my head and put it on the shelf Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Don't know what I'm looking at, the lights are all too bright My brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor Sweep 'em up. Throw 'em away, don't want 'em anymore Clouds race across the sky, day turns into night, Still there are the questions, no answers in sight Everything is twisted, everything is oh so tight, Starin' out the window, everything is just too bright Brain's about to crumble, spill out on the floor, Wish I could unscrew my head, and kick it out the door... You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange You know I'm feeling kind-a....Strange ~ Strange ~ Joe Satriani (Flying in a Blue Dream) |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Sudhir, You read me well There was no move Only a reconciliation with the past And pain that only Pandora could release Sometimes that can take a lifetime, and then many years to empty the box Very wise, you are I think only you would have read the truth into this poem Thank you lIz |
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Trew Member
since 2000-06-10
Posts 365Ottawa, Canada |
You know, it's people like you who prevent my work from getting done at night! lol! That was a captivating poem. Everything else just sort of faded away and there I was. I could almost smell the mould on the photos. Humbly, Trew. I have been to see the world. Tasted life at every turn. And all the time your face came back to haunt me. -Chris DeBurgh |
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tracie66 Member Elite
since 2000-01-18
Posts 4713Australia |
Liz Very visual this peom of yours, many things they come and go and time passes way too quickly and sometimes we don't have the time even to stop and recollect. You have unpacked a huge amount of emotions and memories...I loved this Liz Tracie~ Love is the life of the soul... It is the harmony of the universe |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Oh Liz ... another that I relate so well to! Absolutely and completely beautiful. In reality, I actually did move just recently, and packed about 4 different boxes labelled "Fragile - Kit's Treasures" ... and in these are packed so many of the things you described! Thank you for such a wonderful poem! Best wishes, /Kit |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
Elizabeth, my friend~ Beautifully done, dear. The 'attic' of our mind contains many boxes of our treasured memories. Moving on or moving beyond ... we always sift through the memories hoping to find ourselves. Love you~ ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ [email protected] |
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sarahC Member
since 2000-06-07
Posts 84Michigan |
This was the must heart felt poem I have read in a very long time..we all have our little box wether it be real or symbolic...we all have it hidden away to open someday....Good work I am definitely going to keep my eyes open for more of yours you have given me inspiration.....  |
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First__Knight Senior Member
since 1999-11-08
Posts 678 |
Your words leave nothing unturned.....Your use is flawless and your poems are truly works to be admired. This with its meaning falls not short Liz........and I know there was no move.....But I have always said. The only thing worst than moving.....Is moving someone else.....hehe It takes only a minute to get a crush on someone, an hour to like someone, a day to love someone, but it takes a lifetime to forget someone. |
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Witch's Brat Member
since 1999-09-17
Posts 100 |
Bravo Elizabeth...what a metaphor! WB I am a disturbed person, and I write about disturbed people. ~Tennessee Williams |
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pandora Member
since 1999-07-26
Posts 184 |
I warned you about opening my box. But would you listen?  lovely verse, Elizabeth.... the depth of life and time gone by wrapped up in a box and a poem by a fine poet. well done |
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RainbowGirl Member Elite
since 1999-07-31
Posts 3023United Kingdom |
I knew I'd love this just by the title alone and it just got better... so many boxes we have, some with labels, some without but each, without doubt has memories, the label matters not one jot...we are a memory, to anyone that ever met us and we'll continue to be one for all time and Amen to that...thank you.. HUSG |
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Eloise Senior Member
since 1999-11-27
Posts 1096Wyoming |
Oh wow! This is so beautiful. And no one can take the memories away. Another keeper Liz. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
This one brought me to tears too, Elizabeth. This really tugged on my heart! Very beautifully done. Denise |
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Gemini Senior Member
since 1999-12-15
Posts 1203Wisconsin, USA |
Liz: Those "attic" memories exist for me too. Sometimes they tug at the heartstrings. A very beautiful piece, very well written. |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
I knew that when this box's lid was opened, it would reveal some wonderful surprises... you never fail to amaze ALL of us, Elizabeth. Thank you. Sunshine ~~~Keep your face to the sunshine and you cannot see the shadow. Helen Keller ~~~ |
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Butterflies_dont_cry Member Elite
since 2000-03-06
Posts 3733Michigan |
Liz no one can do this like you can, what a beautiful poem with so much heart in each line, I was holding my breath to see what was in that box Thank you for sharing your gift with all of us~ |
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Mike Member Elite
since 1999-06-19
Posts 2462 |
Beautifully written. One of my favorites of your poems if that is possible to do... to find one better than another. |
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Elizabeth Santos Member Rara Avis
since 1999-11-08
Posts 9269Pennsylvania |
Thank you all for your very interesting responses to this poem. I'm glad so many could relate to it. I appreciate the comments Thanks Liz |
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