Dust lies undisturbed
Rust settles on the chest
Yet it appears perturbed
Mayhem aches to rest.
Towards the trunk, she walked
Charmed by its antiquity
And the adult inside her mocked
But she is urged forward by curiosity.
The lock is broken
Yet the chest looks regal
The child within her has woken
Flying ahead like a seagull.
Shivers pace her veins
As her fingers trace the iron handle
Her imagination has liberated from chains
And hope is lit, bright as a candle.
Hesitation greets her with repugnance
Overwhelmed, she fears what lies inside
Solicitude clashes with indignance
Battle compels her to choose a side.
Years of experience make her paranoid
Coerces her to expect the worst
She is afraid to fall in the void
Afraid to be consumed by thirst.
Yet the child envisions wonders hidden
Visions that perplex the sane
A dream which was forbidden
Amongst the mountains and the rain.
Selfish as she has been
She still craves to see it all
Her eyes covered by a sheen
Curiosity has won the brawl.
As she opens the cracked lid
Two broken things make contact
This is where the Unknown hid
And yet the chest has remained intact.
As hope, we rise
As dust and shadows, we fall
Just as a baby cries
And the dead answers its call.
What did you think of this poem and what do you think was inside the chest? Let me know in the comments down below.
Hello there!
This is a re-post or whatever it is called when you publish an old post again. I hope you’re doing well. Everything here seems pretty much the same. Seems like it was June just yesterday. Anyway, I hope your loved ones are safe and sound. Take care and be safe, everyone!
Happy reading!
Ohhhhhh this is my favourite poem I’ve read this week!! If i could give you a medal I’d give it to you!! 👍👌
I think there was nothing good inside. If she died as i understood, there must have been a spell 😱
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Thank you so much Novus! Your words have made my day! Woah! You think she died? Now, that’s an interesting take on the poem. Why do you think she died?
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,because of these verses :
As she opens the cracked lid
Two broken things make contact
This is where the Unknown hid
And yet the chest has remained intact.
As hope, we rise
As dust and shadows, we fall
Just as a baby cries
And the dead answers its call.
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Ohh! Now I see why you felt that way…Honestly, I myself don’t know what was inside…It’s more fun to let the readers decide!
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😉😁
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Loved it! Keep writing more wonderful stuff!
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Thank you so much!
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Such a great literal description of a person discovering a treasure chest, but an even greater way to describe how we feel when we step ahead into the future without knowing what it holds.
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Thank you, Goldie! That is exactly what I was trying to convey. What do you think was inside the box?
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Change. Nothing specific. Just another chapter of her life.
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That is a beautuful way to look at it. Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts with me.
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Pleasure was all mine.
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Beautifully written! So great to see you again! Writing can get pretty tough at times, but such a fantastic poem to open with! 😀 Good luck with your writing! ❤
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Thank you, Tom! It’s great to be back. Thanks again, Tom for boosting up my spirits!
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If you like, I was thinking of linking to your blog in my Solidarity Blogger Award so new readers could visit it. There’s no need to choose other nominees if you’d prefer not to, but would you like your blog to get mentioned so more people are made aware of it?
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Oh! I would love that! Although, I have no idea what the Solidarity Blogger Award is. I’ll google it ASAP. Thank you, Tom!
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Incredibly beautiful and powerful
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Thank you, Fiery! That means a lot to me.
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Aww.. my pleasure 💕
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Well done! 🙌
I was pretty impressed with the overall ‘aura’ of the poem, especially of the last stanza…
As usual though, I have a tiny suggestion…😅
And that is… Don’t try too hard to rhyme all the verses. At some places it seemed a bit awkward/forced….
Keep blogging! ✌️
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Hey! You’re back earlier than I expected…And thanks a looot for reading, appreciating and giving feedback. Well, I admit I do try to make sure that each verse rhymes cuz it…BUGS me if they don’t rhyme in a poem in which I intended to have a rhyming scheme. But as usual, in future, I will keep your advice in mind. To be honest, the last stanzais my personal favourite. It is actually inspired from a Latin quote, “Pulvis et umbra sumus.” Which means “We are but dust and shadows.”
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Hi!
Well… I am back. But I’ll mostly be passive until mid Jan. Like just reading but not writing… Unless something really inspiring strikes me!
Yeah, things like that bug me too… 😅
Hmm… A pretty interesting thought… Though a rather depressing one I must say. It kinda takes away the meaning of life.
You do have a good amount of insight for a 13 year old, I must admit. I am beginning to expect even better things from you now! Hope you can keep up! 😅😊✌️
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Hey! Good to know that you’re back even if it’s just for reading. And I do hope somethings strikes you soon…
Yeah, it is pretty depressing but a good way to console yourself over loss or stuff like that…And I don’t think it takes away the meaning of life. Rather, it adds more meaning to it. I’d read this quote in a book and what I inferred was something like this: We live for only a short while and in the end, we are just dust (referring to our remains and our possessions) and shadows (referring to the memories people have about us). So better make that short time, a great time. I mean, we should live a life that is remembered later, right?
Oh, thanks! Well, I will try to offer you the best stuff I can come up with. And yeah, I’ll try to keep up!😅
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really really enjoyed it
best poem I have read
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Thanks a lot for reading! I’m glad you enjoyed it and honoured that this poem appealed so much to you.
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Very well written post!
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Thanks a lot for reading! It means so much to me.
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Thanks a lot…Can you check my blogs and share your feedback ❤
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Oh, sure. I will see them as soon as I can.
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It will be my honor.
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Oh, my. This was AMAZING. Loved it!
I love how you put together in a poem such an awesome and intriguing story!
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Thank you so much. I means a lot to me that you loved my poem so much. Appreciation like yours keeps me motivated!
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That’s alright! 😀
I’m looking forward to reading more of these!
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I love this.
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Thank you! For reading and commenting.😃
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Yes, out of the couple of poems I read which were all so beautiful. I had to affirm my thoughts on some that very extraordinarily beautiful.
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Thank you, yet again! I really appreciate it. Your praises motivate me.
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This is beautifully written with all the symbolism of discovery, hesitancy, doubts and finally making a decision. Maybe she found herself, a mirror inside. Thanks for sharing at dVerse.
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Thank you so much, Grace! That is exactly what the symbolism meant. Who knows? Maybe, she did find herself! It was my pleasure to share it at dVerse! Should I mention a link to it?
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I wonder if it’s really important what she found… it’s her journey to decision that is what’s important…
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I totally agree with you. The important thing, here, is the courage to take risks which brought her to the decision. Thank you for your insights, Björn! And thank you for passing by!
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Beautiful blog
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Thank you!!
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You’re always welcome
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