Boxed Up
old-style ones you waited on
hours days etermity
for them to be delivered
torn from the film envelope
all vivid images
caught by one small
glass eye a segmented shutter
closing like a lid on
the marketplace its
unpronounceable name
tangy bouquet spices & lilies
turquoise ocean laced
white edges
improbable scarlet
birds that pirouette
& jette far above
eddies laying themselves
to dry
on ivory sands
all reduced to glossy
fragments
fading as you watch
unable to keep
their promises
4 thoughts on "Boxed Up"
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I love this poem and the way you use language to piece together memory/feelings from within the images
How you graphically separate words in space
And how you invite the senses to engage.
Thank you!
Brigit – Love the form and the spacing. I remember when we waited for pictures to be developed. The poem builds with beauty and ends just as wonderfully!
This so excellent.
Thank you, Ann, Sylvia, and Linda! I’ve been absent from here for a while, but my appreciation is just as present!! I look forward to sharing more soon with all the Po-ets!!