Boxes (For Lyn) Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Boxes (For Lyn)

Rating: 2.7


All morning
she trawls all over

the house
looking for

boxes...boxes.

Box after box
she brings or drags up

to her
Teletubbie room

as if she were a little
mad scientist

& needed
boxes...boxes

for some mad crazy
experiment.

I go up to shave
my face slowly

watching her
from the mirror.

She lines up her army of
boxes... boxes

&
one by one

painstakingly
methodically

she puts a (box)
within a (box)

until the box
is filled up

with boxes
(boxes) .

Finally one box
contains all boxes.

I give her
a newly shaven kiss

as she
explains:

”The emptiness was empty
so I...filled it up! ”

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Onelia Avelar 21 September 2008

A wonderful end of the box poem, unexpected and wise generalized by a child :)

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Scarlett Treat 18 September 2008

If only it were that easy to fill the emptiness of empty...

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Dónall Dempsey

Dónall Dempsey

Curragh Camp, Co. Kildare, Eire.
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