box by Kristina Woodhill the box i mailed a month ago came back i had to laugh it lays here on the table still plastered with that label of my smiling pollyana good intentions like a found child lifted close i hold the box tight to my nose i can't believe this impulse to unravel its retention it's been around the world and back hand to hand to plane to plane to truck to dusty tracks each time zone a sci-fi machine-like sucking at my soul a postal deep black hole i dive in like a hound dog on the trail of phantom fox in search of heaven's scent i sift each atom's inhalation with eyes closed breathing deep i search for whiffs of dusty streets or an oil drop off a hand scooping pilaf juiced with lamb like this box taped closed i'm bound to this connection i can almost taste the tea i can almost taste the tea 02/25/2008 Posted on 02/25/2008 Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 02/26/08 at 04:46 AM Awesome. Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 02/26/08 at 07:39 AM What a cool catalyst for a poem! Like bringing the world home in a box....excellent, very enjoyable read. Thanks. Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 02/27/08 at 01:49 AM What keen imagination and sense of connection. Wonderfully wrapped in its own box of poetic perfection. Posted by Colleen Sperry on 02/03/09 at 03:55 AM fabulous write Posted by Laura Doom on 12/16/09 at 04:27 PM box [gigglesnort] -- i sense a geometrically challenged metaphor in the rapping :>) [humour my delusion :] Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2024 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)