Living Out of Boxes
LIVING OUT OF BOXES: Or A Lazy Mans Carmen Figuratem
A Carmen Figuratem is an exotic shaped poem.
"Little boxes on the Hillside
Little boxes made of Ticky Tacky..."
A Popular Song.
A Tan Box
A Green Box
No warmth from our
bright fire when we
only watch through
flame in our boxes.
For fear of burning
even in this winter
with a tremendous
amounts of snow.
A snow box to walk
from this corner to
another from a drift
oddly similar place .
A Blue Box
This living out of boxes
like our life is constant
unpacking from move.
A place to pack then to
unpack again to find an
equal home in distance.
Schools for the children
educate in their boxes.
A Yellow Box
Boxes, Boxes, Boxes. I have enough.
I have written myself into many boxes
Funny reminder of my exit from womb.
The four sides to our story I told today.
A hidden gift at your doorstep with bow.
A Purple Box
What does one write about when box trapped.
Interpret the symbols enclosed within this story
it all means well, really? How does one live day
box? What does one do to stay alive with box.
Four walls? Strategically planted herbs growing
box where last years bulbs did not bloom near
garden boxes that still have not been filled soil.
Hey you don't box me in! When answering here
pencils always shade in the boxes: What race?
What sex are you? What box do you fit inside,
comfortable in? What breakfast cereal you eat,
does it depend on what is on the box? My box.
Boxed in by the memories, the ones that haunt.
Will I ever find freedom from this carved box
around me. I cannot seem to change my mind,
anything, anymore. I feel that there is no more.
To leave bad lover or find an exit from the bad.
Collect box tops for school lunches. Ten years
married. An afterthought, footnote at the bottom.
Am I trapped in this box? Pandora's box. This.
© 2019 Jamie Lee Hamann