Our daughter collects boxes.
Big boxes.
Small boxes.
Boxes with purple lids that pop off
or snap open on old brass hinges.
Boxes with black velvet on the sides
and pale blonde ribbons around the top.
Boxes with soft cotton inside
and holes pierced through the lids.
Boxes in pieces,
scattered like cardboard confetti
and poking through the carpet into my toes.
She isn’t here today,
so I’m searching her room for a very specific box.
I’m on my hands and knees
pulling them out from the darkness under her bed.
I’m laying them out on the floor
where I can slip in a single toe,
just to see if I fit.
I need a box I can get inside of.
Something as easy to slip into as the waves at the ocean.
I have asked you to carry me,
to pick me up, hold me close,
but you might as well be trying to embrace running water.
You’re holding me in a sieve and I’m clinging to the sides.
I am too much for your hands.
The carpet is soaked around your feet,
it squishes between your toes
and I see a look of disgust pass over your face.
I could turn down the volume.
I could twist the tap and pull myself back until I’m only a few little drops
and then you could catch me in your hands like you used to do.
You could hold me against your palms
and I’d fit.
© Laura A. Lord, 2020
Thank you to MindLoveMisery for their prompt.
202 responses to “Running Water”
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Love and Peace be with you always and forever, Beautifully written work of art. I enjoyed reading every word!
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Very nice feeling are in it
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Interested
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Is seems one is lost and searching for an open door though wild/reckless and proud but still need care.
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Touching, like one is lost and searching for an open door though the character seems reckless but needs care. Nice poem.
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Amazing ❣
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Wow that was beautiful!
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Amazing
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Very nice
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That basically described myself
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It is good to know you aren’t alone.
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Nice poem😍😍✨✨✨
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What a wonderful poem. Such an evocative portrayal of emotions that resonated with me 😀👏
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I’m glad this piece connected with you. Thank you.
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Very nice lines. Heart touching..!!!
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Powerful words that one could slip into.
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Beautiful ❤️
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Very cool!
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I Love this post, it’s really interesting
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Lovely images of how we grow and spill outwards as we mature
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So beautiful ❤️❤️
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Loved reading it!
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Great job
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Amazing post
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Amazing. Seems to me like boxes are an escape for her. If she can’t physically go inside the box, then there is always something else that can. I resonate with her obsession.
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Thank you. That makes so much sense. Controlling what we can is important therapy.
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Oh, this is so very good. Thank you for sharing it with us!
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Beautiful poem. I don’t really know if I’m right, this feels like a metaphor for a parent who is desperately seeking their child’s attention and love. The child has grown up and has no time for the parent. The parent is ready to adjust according the child’s availability. They just want to be by their child’s side.
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I think poetry is something we read and interpret based on where we are in our own life or with our own experiences.
That is certainly an interpretation that would work with this piece. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
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Phenomenal poetry.
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Amazing I enjoyed reading that. Keep up the hard work!
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Bravo holding on to someone surely denotes your grip of maybe one time it stays as you want well for me no one is worthy of this attitude
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My god, this is stunning!
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Love this. So beautiful!
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Great story! Thank you!
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That is gorgeous ❤ The ache at the end is palpable ❤
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