The Box

904.The Box (Shapes in our Living Room)

The box is square or rectangle
It puts us in such a tangle
Because it’s confinement at best
We try to get out of the next
Not much life happens there
Only still pictures & objects fair
We are constantly bombarded by stillness
What we really feel is livid
Our worlds aren’t vivid
That we’re so caught up in our world
We can’t explore, jump, or twirl
Staring at the four walls has us cornered
As a captured animal so lured
This is the end of this shape
If we learn to live as an ape or with a cape
Perhaps we’ll escape this comfort zone
As we pick our own grapes
Even this poem is a box
Now I shall end it & live like a FOX!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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