locked inside pandora’s box
I hunker down in a hawkish grotto
where nobody can find my prize
where the light of day
seems a light year away
and hound dogs
are just a figment of my imagination
there is plenty of food for thought
and sweet nectar can be tapped
from these ancient walls
measuring ten stories tall
adorned with objects
painted on throughout the centuries
exiled into this self-imposed solitude
I am at peace with my new mission
guarding the evils
locked inside this silo
hoping and praying
the world lives beyond its darkest days
april two thousand thirteen
copyright j matthew waters
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I hope the world lives beyond its darkest days too… xo
I can only imagine it will
wonderful piece/peace
thank you my friend ;`)
rebirth is only the natural process to the cycle of renewal. thorns and thunder will do their part as we do ours. pay attention to your words my friend, there is more there to the trained eye… 🙂
thank you for visiting and taking the time to comment on this poem
There is much here that can be easily passed over, unless read carefully. It is to your credit that your craft is such that you can speak simultaneously mythologically, personally and politically. “Guarding the evils // locked inside this silo,” is but one example. Bravo.
Thanks so much for your comments, Kris. Very nice to see you back visiting here. I hope all is well with you and yours.
This one I will have to read many times.. It’s a pandora box of a poem . I treasure this one!
So glad you like this one, Lola 😀
Excellent commentary by Kris above.
I want a silo…. very nice!
thanks so much Lindy
You are a gifted wordsmith. It is always a pleasure hunkering down to your work!!!
Thank you very much, Sofia, it’s very kind of you to say so.