Wednesday, January 04, 2012

Box of Dreams (Prompt: Box)


I used to keep a
box of memories
and over time
I kept shifting the contents
from smaller
to larger box.

Once when I was
switching boxes,
I lost my grip
and it fell and broke,
scattering my memories
mementos
anecdotes
across the floor,
like beads
from a busted necklace.

Seeing them all there
the pearls mixed in with the dross,
the voice spoke:
“why are you keeping
everything? 

You can’t even remember why
you wanted to keep it
all.”

So, I picked out
a proper display case
to honor the pearls
and threw out
everything else.

A box of memories
can weight you down,
so now I have a smaller,
lighter box of dreams,
which helps me fly.

5 comments:

  1. Memories really are just the stories we tell ourselves, aren't they? Thanks for stopping by my blog!

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  2. This one really really blessed me. Too many of my memories aren't good, so I really like the idea of a box of dreams instead! :) Thank you, thank you, thank you!

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  3. Awesome. OK, this is my 3rd comment on the 3rd poem so I think that means I need to add you to my feedreader. :)

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  4. I love it. So much. That box of dreams that helps you fly.

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