Puppetwe all have
secrets
tucked away
treasure boxes
full of remainders
and reminders
shiny keepsake
illusions of our
own histories
dangerously
tempting us
to look back,
pulling on strings
of restlessness
in our hearts,
remember,
remember,
don’t dance,
close the lid
Phew, close the lid! But when you open it again, it all jumps out, like a can of worms!
ReplyDeleteI like how you riffed on this. I missed the prompts as you did a great job with it!
ReplyDeleteLike Pandora's box - given half a chance, these things'll overtake us. :) Good words...
ReplyDeleteYou've nailed it. The past holds lessons, but shouldn't hold angst.
ReplyDeletenice poetry and so true, sometimes it is best just to close the lid.
ReplyDeleteYes, only when we let go of the past will the past let go of us.
ReplyDeleteI must admit I was a bit worried we'd have a marionette-gone-Rambo thing going on here, but I was glad to see where you took it instead.
Well done. Great subject and good use of the words. Enjoyed this.
ReplyDeleteGreat advice to follow. Close the lid.
ReplyDeleteVersified Review
oh, kristy, this is my favorite poem of yours to date!!! really love it!!
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