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
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
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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