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Banana Boxes

Faded banana boxes,

bulging with memories,

dusty and dumped.

Letters of hate and hope,

mixed up and messed up.

desperate documents,

torn crumpled pages,

aging lamented emails,

received and sent.

Layered down and stored -

mostly ignored,

excused from the room,

consigned to the loft.

Lie low, tarry awhile,

until I waiver and

re-visit those times gone -

half remembered tears,

long since parted hearts,

flakes of roses,

creased tainted scraps,

scrawled messages of disappointment -

viewed through dry wounded eyes

◄ Beware the Flowers

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Anthony Emmerson

Wed 11th Mar 2009 18:05

Hi Sian,
Liked this very much. Why do we keep reminders of sometimes painful past experience? Maybe it's a learning and reminding experience - or perhaps it's the somewhat masochistic pleasure of revisiting past trauma. We have all done it at some, time and your poem neatly encapsulates the shared and universal experiece of this. A rewarding read.
Regards,
A.E.

Pete Crompton

Mon 9th Mar 2009 22:43

this is great because as Winston mentions, here we have the banana boxes. All the memories, letters and pressed flowers of romance faded.
do we burn them, to release, let go, what use, if only perpetual when the sadness flows thru, better let in the new.....or not????

Lovely poem, 'letters of hate and hope' I particularly like.

I'm a romantic fan of this type of sentiment. I shall fill my bath up with it. :-)

Pete. x

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Gus Jonsson

Sun 8th Mar 2009 15:17

Been there..on all fours in the loft...found a picture of her...then a ring...then one, two ten letters later I stand up only to split my head open on a beam... my heart was hurting more.

Well Done
Gus

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Sun 8th Mar 2009 11:15

Hi Sian,
I can smell the banana ripeness of the yellow, creased, tainted scraps.
My experience with banana boxes is that they always have a huge hole in the bottom often packed uselessly with old newspapers in the hope the files wouldn't fall through.
This works on more than one level for me personally so all in all i think it's a great poem.

Each time i read it though i couldn't resist placing 'by' in it. Time's gone by..
That's not a criticism, i feel it was left out for a reason :-)

Janet.x

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Graham Sherwood

Fri 6th Mar 2009 23:06

No matter what was written before them (I particularly like the letters of hate and hope line) the last two lines are the bedrock of the whole piece. Strength and fragility. Congratulations.Graham

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winston plowes

Fri 6th Mar 2009 22:26

Hi Sian
We all have these boxes don't we, sometimes for years. I love some of the lines "flakes of roses, Creased tainted scraps" especially. Maybe it would be possible to hone this poem even further and give it more life (or in this case less life maybe) still. Keep posting Winston

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Francine

Fri 6th Mar 2009 22:08

lovely poem... I can picture this so vividly...
very well written : )

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