Cardboard Home
Jun 9th, 2009 | By Missy Bickel | Category: Poetry | 346 viewsHere in your home, a cardboard box,
where slits act as mini-blinds;
you sit sanitized by life.
The label on the box says, “well crafted”.
A simplistic box among many boxes, yet
you loving fondle the texture of your home.
Among this collective city of cardboard boxes,
a base for all homeless souls, you stroke
your patchwork quilt of velvet leaves.
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About Missy Bickel: Self taught poet who resides in Oklahoma and who has a thirst for words. A fan of free verse and Haiku's. Structured verse while a mainstay in society has to many rules and regulations for me. Give me a pen and fine paper and I'm at home. People who know me, know I say all the time I bleed ink. Though unlettered in poetry, it is what moves my soul. |
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I admire poems that garnish a theme with choice verbs and tangy adjectives! The symbolism adds dimension and texture. Well done! The title doesnt say enough.
Again thank you for your kindness. A result of another word bank. Yet this piece is dear to me in that homelessness shouldn’t be a thing of our world. To often I’ve seen the homeless happy to have a box to stave off some of the heat of summer months or the bitter air of harsh winters.
Missy