poetry by j matthew waters

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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15 thoughts on “locked inside pandora’s box

  1. I hope the world lives beyond its darkest days too… xo

  2. cyberbonn on said:

    wonderful piece/peace

  3. 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… 🙂

  4. 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.

  5. This one I will have to read many times.. It’s a pandora box of a poem . I treasure this one!

  6. Excellent commentary by Kris above.

  7. I want a silo…. very nice!

  8. You are a gifted wordsmith. It is always a pleasure hunkering down to your work!!!

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