January 18, 2011

our box

Lying in the grass
Backyard tall
The very dirt
I thought
I'd be buried
¤
In pieces
We spell
*L*O*V*E*
In outlines
Of stars
¤
Circle of moon
Holds our single silhouette
Dressed in silver light
We live, breathe
In our box

9 comments:

Reflections said...

Interesting perspective lies here in the grass, this little box, framed by a world around it. Well done.

marousia said...

Stunning - I used to do that too! Wow you have triggered some gorgeous memories - thank you

dustus said...

Contemplative poem that considers the box we live in and one we'll eventually inhabit; in addition to projecting "outside the box" of our microcosm. Very well done.

Brian Miller said...

i must say the box stresses me out at times...but love wins in the end...nice one shot

earthgirl said...

wish I were in that box...

jessicakristie.com said...

You always make me think. I love your words. Beautiful.

Refuge Insomniac said...

I absolutely love short poems (ADD perhaps, or so my wife says :-)) that make me think, and take me back to fond memories. More importantly, I like the woven complexes of your words “Backyard tall”, for me, it’s these phrases which represent the true joy of poetry. Wonderfully done! Thank you.

Shashi said...

Its a beauty.. I liked it so much. Thanks for sharing..

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Steve Isaak said...

Romantic, offbeat, fun.