Jess White

Rookie (June 1983)

My Box - Poem by Jess White

I have this box
filled with a muddle of objects
from people I’ve met or places I’ve been
Sometimes I open my box to let people
I like
look inside
Sometimes when my back is turned
people secretly place an object in my box that
I despise
and sometimes they take an object and
its only when
theyre gone that i notice somethings wrong
Sometimes I give someone an object from my
box and wish
I hadnt
Sometimes I wish I'd hide my box away
and never let it astray
but then I suppose I'd have nothing in my box
would I?

Comments about My Box by Jess White

  • (5/24/2005 9:14:00 AM)

    Very I wrong to assume your 'box' is figurative for your 'heart'?
    I really enjoyed this poem and am looking forward to more of your work. Sincerely, Mary
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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 24, 2005

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