Pretty Little Boxes (For Emily) Poem by Thomas McKelvey

Pretty Little Boxes (For Emily)

Rating: 5.0


Whispers trail behind me as I walk,
Hands outstretched, clutching little boxes.
'This one for your thoughts, this for your dreams,
That for the pain you cannot show.'


I turn to find them smiling, proffering
Printed labels, each one a tidy word:
'Fragile.' 'Erratic.' 'Beautiful.' 'Homemaker.'
Demanding I sort myself into quarters.


But my spirit billows like the morning fog,
Slipping through cupped hands, refusing consolidation.
I am the breath that fogs the mirror after a shower,
The dandelion seed skating on an endless breeze.


So let them collect their boxes, if they must,
Labeling each with letters trim and stark.
I'll be the gust that scatters them all,
Wildly whole, undefined, and stubbornly vast.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
for Emily
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sylvia Frances Chan 18 June 2024

Congrats being chosen as The Member Poem Of The Day. TOP Marks 5 Stars and thank you for sharing. Great poem!

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