Packed In Boxes
A thread
https://abs.twimg.com/emoji/v2/... draggable="false" alt="⬇️" title="Pfeil nach unten" aria-label="Emoji: Pfeil nach unten"> https://oskarleonard.wordpress.com/2020/11/25/packed-in-boxes/">https://oskarleonard.wordpress.com/2020/11/2...
A thread
In case it isn& #39;t obvious from the title, this poem came about from me moving house--or, more specifically, me moving house with my boyfriend and his family. Lots of boxes. Lots of lifting. But also lots of memories of happy times together along with the promise of making more.
Having a room called & #39;ours& #39; filled with & #39;our& #39; things is such a beautiful feeling, so I decided to capture the entire experience in this poem!
Packed In Boxes
We took our home, piece by piece—
the lava lamp without a bulb; the picture
his mother bought (of us, facing away
Packed In Boxes
We took our home, piece by piece—
the lava lamp without a bulb; the picture
his mother bought (of us, facing away
from the camera but towards a river,
smiling at swans and holding hands);
the green game boxes, piles of them—
and placed it in those cardboard boxes.
Although originally meant for medical equipment,
masks and gloves and surgical dressings,
smiling at swans and holding hands);
the green game boxes, piles of them—
and placed it in those cardboard boxes.
Although originally meant for medical equipment,
masks and gloves and surgical dressings,
his mother, the nurse, found them for us
and let us fill them with remnants of home
to take to the new building. The new house,
with sandy window frames and the box room.
Our room. But not at first, not until
we slit open the cardboard with pocket knives,
and let us fill them with remnants of home
to take to the new building. The new house,
with sandy window frames and the box room.
Our room. But not at first, not until
we slit open the cardboard with pocket knives,
revealing their comforting, familiar insides:
t-shirts and hoodies we& #39;d both worn; CDs
and DVDs we& #39;d fallen asleep to, too many times
to count; pink and blue candles, only half-full.
Our life, in objects. Our home, packed in boxes.
t-shirts and hoodies we& #39;d both worn; CDs
and DVDs we& #39;d fallen asleep to, too many times
to count; pink and blue candles, only half-full.
Our life, in objects. Our home, packed in boxes.
This thread can be read here: https://oskarleonard.wordpress.com/2020/11/25/packed-in-boxes/">https://oskarleonard.wordpress.com/2020/11/2...