Out of the Box

by Lindsey on May 16, 2011

A steel box holds the
     blackest of black
     spinning
     spinning
     unrelenting
     fearless

No more box.

No more timid
     weakening
     slowing
     but
     piercing
     branding

From the depths
pouring out
stabbing

Take hold.
I am here.

{ 10 comments }

Sorta Southern Single Mom May 17, 2011 at 4:52 am: WOW! I wish I could think of something more prophetic to say, but that's all I've got… just WOW!
Kim May 18, 2011 at 9:37 am: That picture is very intriguing. And those are some powerful words!
Casey @ Yes They're All Mine May 18, 2011 at 9:38 am: I agree, WOW
Shell May 18, 2011 at 11:04 am: I've got to ditto Sorta Southern Mom!
Poets United May 20, 2011 at 12:59 pm: Cool – love this intense style. Great piece – glad I dropped in. Also dig your take on the rapture of Oklahoma!
kez June 7, 2011 at 4:42 pm: fears have to be faced …..boxes only store them ….thanks for sharing !
brian June 7, 2011 at 4:51 pm: intense and vivid imagery…come on out of that box…nice to see you at one shot
dustus June 7, 2011 at 8:57 pm: Really like how your poem builds to the "No more timid" part and sounds almost like a personal battle cry until the end.
Pat Hatt June 7, 2011 at 9:30 pm: I could say wow
And leave it like that for now
But I will also add such imagery springs to mind
With each word you use in kind
Enjoyed the read
Here at your feed
Olivia June 9, 2011 at 6:52 am: Intense and very powerful!
I loved the speck of support extended.. c'mon out already!
hugs xoxox