Sta.sh
Sometimes when I’m pondering in silence
I think of you.
I found an old hatbox the other day and lined it with letters
Dripping honeyed words like droplets of blood
The base of the box scattered with scrawled pictures
Things I would give you, could the hatbox open again.
Flowers swirling their blossoming petals onto every page
Butterflies flitting on the edges of your imagination
A moon so slender you could cut the silence with its soft glow
Another so round the rabbit could reach out to touch your heart
With paws soft like the snow that coats
The base of a homemade snow globe from years past
It was very cold that year.
A dusting of hot chocolate and marshmallows
Flickering candles peeking from their homes
I would give them all again, if I were to open the box.
Lyrics from our favourite songs mingling
Notes we passed in class
Talking of girls or boys we’d like to date
Our dreams for the future I knew from the start
Never to be achieved.
As I reminisce and sift through the time in my hatbox
I want to add another
Endless memory to the stacks of decorated print.
I put the top back and seal it with silicone
Painted black as the nothingness
Covered by delicate spider webs of red wax
And sprinkled with fairy dust to keep you safe.
Sometimes when I’m pondering in silence
I think of you
Sitting on the top shelf of my closet
Still unaware I even exist.
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I loves it.
I've found that most of my best poems are written quickly. When I try to make them better, I'm never as happy with them as I was from the begining. But that's just me...
No, I'm the same. When I overthink things, it just gets worse and worse until I don't like it at all anymore
'Tis annoying, though, when you KNOW it could be better, but can't figure out how, and the more you play with it, the worse it gets... *sigh*
For a long time, I always hated my poetry. And it was because I didn't know anything about meter or form. Though the words might kinda sound nice, without meter and form, the poem falls apart.
I think if you took this and gave it the meter and form, it would be absolutely fantastic.
With your permission, I'd love to try and tweak the poem around, maybe change a few things--but only if you'll let me. I'd give you full credit, of course, and send you the finished project.
But if you don't want me to, I completely understand, and I still like the poem the way it is.