And. Cardboard
Posted on November 28, 2014
by Elan Mudrow
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And I have been cut off
In a world of cardboard boxes
Stacked upon one another
Taped together by adhesive hands
The laughs peer in from out
Through the hole the sun knows
The gawking eyes pay homage
I teach them about cardboard
You see it is weak, taped
Things fall through when
Heat engulfs the boxes, then
The floor is full of dust
They must be tucked in
Little niches, comfortable
Keeps the tape always safe
Supported by structure
Cardboard clutter is the soil
Everything has its misplace
Need knows no boundary
I make another stack of hollowness
And.
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Oh, The BEST line is the last one. “I make another stack of hollowness And ”
There’s a… Deep end of the pool…. in those words. Nice my dear !
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I love the picture and the poem. It’s given me much to think about, and I’ll be considering your words for quite some time. Thank-you very much.
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Great idea! Like your words and images. Following you today. 🙂
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Very clever, well said
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Ha! It looks a lot different separated from the rest of the poem. You have given me new ideas. I’ll be posting more poetry before the end of the year. Thanks for the compliment.
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I love the line “everything has its misplace.”
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I really enjoyed this! And I love looking at it. Nice work. Nice nice work!
– Daniel Waltz
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‘Everything has its misplace.’ Nice poem 🙂
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Nice imagery!
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Thought provoking picture and poem.
The boxes remind me of Sam Zuppardi’s Nowhere Box picture book and how much fun little children can have with a cardboard box. 🙂
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Excellent photo, but it reminds me keenly of too many removal days.
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