"I play in the box To remind myself that growing old Takes being young." - a perfect reason for playing in the box! the box is boundless and infinite, for a child... maybe us too if we let it - great write!
Wander: Oh, I deleted that, Wander. I just couldn't make it work. But I find the innocence idea interesting. I guess I saw it more as craving what the box represented but not actually being able to acquire what's in the past.
Cute..the pleasures of a cardboard box are inumerable..it's great when they come in grown up size! Happy New Year..Jae
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ReplyDeleteTo remind myself that growing old
Takes being young." - a perfect reason for playing in the box! the box is boundless and infinite, for a child... maybe us too if we let it - great write!
Aww.. those were the days, cardboard boxes and all, I remember the day when I made a cardboard crown and felt like princess, lol :O
ReplyDeleteCute!
ReplyDeleteJae: Or I can squeeze myself into a kid size ;) Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteOstensible: Thanks Ostensible. Welcome to the Spice!
Shreya: You should make a new one Shreya and make it your blog pic ;)
Berlinerin: Thanks :)
Ha! Lift outer space. Damn, kids are strong. With imagination there is no weight, no space, no boundary, no CAN'T!
ReplyDeleteCare to ride with me to Jupiter, Annie?
ReplyDeleteI still do that, oh yeah.
ReplyDeleteFor some reason I can’t read your post about the Question from Punk??? and I liked the innocence of this one.
ReplyDeleteJack: Box date?
ReplyDeleteWander: Oh, I deleted that, Wander. I just couldn't make it work. But I find the innocence idea interesting. I guess I saw it more as craving what the box represented but not actually being able to acquire what's in the past.
I have a poem like that it is called viewed through the eyes....
ReplyDeleteAs tall as the sky
Standing on the end
A little boy yells
Let me jump
Viewed through the eyes of a child
So simple
Let me jump
So simple, let me jump!
He jumps
This moment frozen
Locked in memory
This moment
Years have gone
The way they do for everyone
Still that memory
Viewed through my eyes
Dad, let me jump
I shouted
Standing on his hand
Let me jump!
Chris McQueeney 8/29/11 11:42 PM
Oh yeah, Happ Happy New Year my friend, I hope you have a good year!
ReplyDeleteHope you brought it in proper and fun, Chris :) I'm thinking we should go on tour with these poems of ours.
ReplyDeleteYou book the dates and I'll hitch a ride:)
ReplyDeleteI just want to say your all posts rocks man just keep up the good work and share as much you can.
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