is made of cardboard,
clouds and clay. She
only has a tiny thing
to say, but she might
shout it. She’s all
about it – this sunslant,
that breeze. She breathes
in syllables and sighs;
in poem boxes.
It’s Quadrille Monday over at dVerse, and I’m hosting. Come play!
Powerful words though it may only seem be in syllables and sighs. Thanks for hosting De!!
My pleasure, Grace. Loves me some Q!
Delightful! Poems are delicate things aren’t they? Or is it that we authors are over-protective?
Poems and poets, sometimes. 😉
Nice ending hiding lies in poem boxes.
Thank you, Frank. 🙂
Oh, this is so delightful, De! I love the title and the thought of a poem made of cardboard, clouds and clay. It reminded me of when I was little and used boxes for a den where I could hide and write! Those final three lines are stellar!
Thank you, Kim. There’s nothing like a big cardboard box for hiding in. 🙂
Lovely and unexpected alliteration in the ‘cardboard, clouds and clay’. Shout it!
Thank you, Jane. 🙂
I like reading this as if it’s about a homeless mom with two kids. But she tries to make life fun for them, no matter how hard life might seem.
I also like how “lies” is an anagram for “isle,” meaning that she fictions up an imaginary island for them to pretend to live on, or visit.
All those cardboard boxes, on which she writes her poems, house other worlds where her kids imagine and play, even as their tummies rumble.
Oh my WORD! Have you seen “Room” yet? It’s on Netflix. AMAZING movie. Your comment reminded me of it. I just finished it yesterday.
PS: “fictions” as verb is fantastic. 🙂
I read the book. I will look for the movie. Incredible book, and yes, very similar story.
Book and movie are excellent!
This is beautiful, De! I especially loved your first three lines!
Thanks so much, Jo. 🙂
Your first line is killer; a lovely tribute poem, with a lovely twist–making the poem into a she, shifting our focus. A terrific use of a quadrille.
Thanks, Glenn. 🙂
Ah, great, poems can be about truth AND lies, exploring both!
Just one day. Just. One.
To curl up in your brain. Eyes closed. Ears open. Heart holding.
Now what are all those lies you are hiding in your poem box!!?? Great poem,De!
I used to hide in boxes when I was a little un with the cats. This poem reminded me of that. thanks for the prompt!
Captivating images, with a pathos that lingers after. Great write, De Jackson!
“She breathes in syllables and sighs” …….oh yes,and each breath is beautiful in the land of Whim.
Like others, terrific piece. I particularly liked the word play – in ‘hides intricate / lies / in poem boxes.’
Fabulous poem…and prompt, De!
“She breathes in syllables and sighs” .. oh that is simply gorgeous, De! ❤
Poem boxes. Oh there are a lit of spilled words inside
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A poem about a poem! I did the same…but yours is ever so sublime 🙂 Love the ‘poem boxes’
kind of bomerang metaphorish. Nice
I think there is a double entendre in lies? such tender lines with sounds of sighs and breaths – the birth of a poem
Hold her carefully, in quiet hands. LOVE this title and paired with the idea of our poetry. Read gently, please 🙂
Wonderful take on the prompt you’ve given…thanks for hosting!
Oh gosh–this is simply a delight. I love everything about from the title on!
The poem like a puzzle box, new solutions for each reader. If Ars Poetica is poetry about writing poems, is there a term for reading poems? A type of inverse Ars Poetica, dare I say Poetica Ars-backwards? 🤔. No I daren’t say it, 😉. But really this is a unique piece, really truly love it, appropriate, as your Q evokes a sense that poems want to be loved.
Good words for a t-shirt, she might shout it, she’s all about it. Smilin, Smilin, Smilin!
Love the ending on this, De!
My favories lines
“… She breathes
in syllables and sighs;
in poem boxes…”
So very nicely done De, I really enjoyed it.
One of my favorites 🙂