rudderless

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December 16, 2019 by petrujviljoen

boxes and boxes
most of which remain unpacked
if not here, then where?

10 thoughts on “rudderless

  1. susanmehr says:

    There will always be a box to unpack, life is a journey, even when you are standing still.

    🙂

  2. Just Barry says:

    Your poems feels like limbo. What are we waiting for? And where will we go once we choose to go? I can feel this one.

  3. memadtwo says:

    I was just thinking today it’s been over 30 years since I’ve been completely unpacked anywhere…when? And yes, where? (K)

  4. This makes me think of my parents’ garage – when they moved to their last house they moved loads of boxes which they then never opened. When my mother died my sister went through them. Useless stuff. Thrown out. The promise of something exciting and it was all just junk? No, these boxes should never have been packed in the first place. Your poem, though, I think those boxes still have promise. Let’s look inside, I think! And there is still mystery in the world.

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