NINE and 10

Poems NINE and 10

Boxes

Little box 

So cramped I can't breathe

Stuffed in 

 With the lid

Hammered down tight

Tiny airholes

So close and dark

Let me free.

Lift the lid and let me stretch

To reach the sky

Better yet,

Just give me a hammer

And stand back

Best of all,

No more boxes.

 

I Drew a Circle

 o

I drew a circle in the sand    o

o          To keep the others from my hold

The water seeped in anyway

And all I got was cold.                     o

o

I drew a circle round my friend

o                             To keep him safely mine

But friendships grow or go away           o

We cannot rope or bind.

o

I drew a circle round my heart                              o

To keep it safe from harm

o          But all my worry only hurt

The lack was not a charm

o