A Cardboard Box

Saddened by time, I come across a cardboard box.

Four flaps folded crosswise. 

It’s been around like me, tailored by time,

You know the kind. 

I pull the flaps; who was Pandora anyway?


My dolls, wrapped up in tissue paper.

Right brain crashing,

Spinning childscapes,

Tying a billion knots in space.

Story Book doll, July with August sunflowers








Comments

Jocelyn said…
I LOVE this Linda.
Anonymous said…
this poem, and the photo, I want to paint this still-life, with the placemat square colors, perfect sunflowers.

The cardboard box(s) that come to mind on this day are ones my mom used to let us put out on the "playroom" floor. I'd cut windows and doors in the sides; top open; flaps trimmed to use for making furniture with tape. Crayons coloring in details of wallpaper and curtains…… An especially fun for a rainy summer day. Thank you Linda Jo <3
LInda Jo said…
Hi, Thank you so much Oh yes, I am also amazed at what my mind will surface with a little push.

Linda Jo
LInda Jo said…
Hi
I'm so glad you got to take a trip down memory lane.
🙂
rrl212 said…
Brilliant. Poetic, I love it, So happy you are doing this again,

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