where have you fled with your wild box
full of hearts --- Carilda Olivar Labra
Collect
my every whispered yes
for the wild box.
Ribbon wrap
my fortune cookie sighs.
Fill pages
in your journal with my
sleep talk.
I only dream
when I have open eyes.
For Grace's prompt at Real Toads
Sunday, February 8, 2015
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18 comments:
Oh, yes!! Love it! Have a great new week!!
A particularly lovely close here, MZ, I thought--all of it is lovely--there is something about the fortune cookie sigh that is very memorable--which way does it go? What does it hold? And honestly, the sound is a bit of a fold and crescent. Anyway, all good. Thanks. k. (http://manicddaily.wordpress.com)
I love the quote you used and how you worked the wild box into your poem. You could out-write most people in your sleep!
Gorgeous quote and your poem just blows me away.
I love the idea of a collection for a wild box ~ Stellar ending too MZ ~
Thanks for participating with Sunday Challenge and wishing you happy weekend ~
Grace
Thanks for taking a phrase and entitling it with such -- wildness. What did Caspar -- the Third Wise Man -- sing in Menotti's "Amahl In the Night Visitors" -- "This is my box, this is my box, I never travel without my box!" Can we ever dream without it?
And what a gift open eyes are in a world of evil, blind people.
Beautiful as usual. <3
This is sheer perfection. LOVED IT!
You nailed it again!
ZQ
Beautiful
Oh I love that close..
you had me at
fortune cookie sighs
namaste
jzb
Goodness this is masterful, Mama Z! Thank you!
What a wonderful poem inspired by the quote.
I want a box with fortune cookie sighs. Scrumptious!
Beautifully romantic. I love "ribbon wrap my fortune cookie sighs."
LOVE this, Kelli! stunning!
♥
I hardly dream at all, anymore. With open eyes would be good... ~
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