Out of the Box

May 16, 2011

in Confessions,Tips

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

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