The
Sunday Whirl/ Prompt: safe, support, virus, party, safe, court,
frame, later, mind, tricks, brave, wages
frame, later, mind, tricks, brave, wages
The
Safe
Was
huge
At
least six feet
It
was grey
And
resided
In
the center
Of
the house
It
kept secure
All
manner of things
Things
important
Things
forgotten
Things
I hoped
Would
be safe
Only
once
Someone
tried
To
open it
But
it would take
A
professional
There
are some things
A
safe cannot keep safe
One
day everything
Was
lost
Had
no need of a
Great
big old safe
Had
nothing left
To
keep safe
A
turning point
On
the playing court
Of
life
A
cruel trick
Probably
happens in
Many
lives
The
life
I
worked so
Hard
to build
Was
only a
House-of-cards
An
illusion
The
party over
I
sold the safe
But I
remember
A
time
When
I thought
Things
and people
Could
be kept safe
12 comments:
The dimensions of the safe are alarming..I wonder if locking things up keeps people safe or if it is what goes on outside the box..love and safety are messy and difficult to keep closed up and safe..I think we can though x
The life
I worked so
Hard to build
Was only a
House-of-cards
An illusion
The party over
I sold the safe
But I remember
A time
When I thought
Things and people
Could be kept safe
This is so true! We can't control much of anything in life and can't keep loved ones or things safe. It is all just an illusion.
It kept secure
All manner of things
Things important
Things forgotten
Things I hoped
Would be safe
Funny how things we think important enough to store away can be so easily forgotten.
It's true.. sometimes holding on tighter just makes things slip away. We're fools like that at times, humans.
Lila
So true, so true.
The more we hold on tightly, the more easily we forget that empty open hands are the only kind ready to receive whatever is given. Loved this thoughtful and wise examination of a universal reality, my friend. I really like where the words took you Annell,
Elizabeth
You've worked an amazing poem with these words. Makes me really stop to think what's important in life and how to keep them safe, if you can.
Love the meaning behind this, Annell. I feel just that way at this moment.
Pamela
Oh me, too, kiddo, and it was losing everything - more than once - that taught me the only safe things are what's kept within.
Finally, I'm able to comment, after a grueling day's travel.
Illusion. Yes. And yet we gullible humans keep falling for it over and over again. Will we ever learn?
This poem is haunting, just haunting. There is so much here that I find chilling and disturbing...not the least of which is the image of a huge Safe that cannot keep anything , let alone everything, safe. As flaubert says, the poem makes me feel just that way in the moment...vulnerable, violated, totally, totally, unsafe.
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2014/02/just-simple-working-girl.html
Children like to believe they are safe. That first moment when Dad isn't a Prince. So hard to swallow. And yet then we learn to honor our parents for what they were able to give.
Thanks for your visit. Still looking for robins! ~Jules
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