They told me once
To build a box
Stay in it
And never leave
But instead I built a city
With empty streets
Cause no one goes
Down every lane
It’s too far out there
For them to walk
It’s nothing like
Their little box
Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
They told me once
To build a box
Stay in it
And never leave
But instead I built a city
With empty streets
Cause no one goes
Down every lane
It’s too far out there
For them to walk
It’s nothing like
Their little box
Copyright © Robin LeeAnn
Robin LeeAnn 
Loved your intriguing ‘Empty Box’ poem… and I think you would appreciated this piece that, Ali Grimshaw from the ‘Writing Circle’, sent me last week..
” Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.
It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.”
“The Uses of Sorrow” by Mary Oliver, from Thirst, 2007
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I did enjoy that! Thank you!
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My pleasure Robin…
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This is powerful and I love how it’s incredibly detailed with few words so the rest is left to the readers imagination to connect the dots ✨💕
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Thank you so much!
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Great! Beautiful piece with a beautiful message
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Thank you so much!
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I grow used to my little bird box. In fact, I begin to enjoy it! Nice work, Robin x
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Thank you!
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Like Elsie mentioned, it’s brilliant how this piece is so deep and intricate without being heavy on words. Stunning imagery and thought provoking.
Loved it Robin! 💜
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Thank you so much!
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Boxes make great metaphors for life. I enjoyed your poem. It speaks to me of empowerment and making your own way in life.
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Thank you!!!
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Nice blog
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Thank you!
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Perfectly correct my cats love empty boxes 😁
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