The Box A Poem
24April 9, 2024 by petrujviljoen
I’m yet to make it but
It’d be made of wood,
which I find, for free, plain
but planed, roughly tacked
together, nails, brackets showing
a self-portrait, the stones I carved,
nine, as if in conclusion, ten I’d be
bereft of growing. Bedded in saw-
dust, each with its own book of
poems in support of their making
unlocked, the box would be where
I can see it, to be reminded I’m
embryonic, in a cosmic womb –
tree, stone, I’m dust – in waiting
of the Mother awaiting my awakening
…………………………
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petrujviljoen 
Petru, I love how your box serves as a reminder of your embryonic state!
~David
So beautifully crafted, Petru. A box in making, a life awaiting “awakening” — how complementary and profound.
Thank you!
My pleasure!
Your box is a work in progress. Adding thoughts each day.
Hope you build it soon – it will be as good as this poem!
That last stanza…we all seem to be waiting. Very thought provoking.
Love that you have yet to build a box .. you have much to place into it. A special poem.
Thank you. Appreciated.
It sounds that the box is ready to make.
Have everything that’s needed!
it sounds like you have already made it and it is ready to fill with your creativity
I have planned it sufficiently. The actual making will see slight adjustments.
hatever adjustments you have made, that is proper and good.
Gorgeously rendered! ❤️❤️
You already made a poem of hope, I hope the box comes next.
Smiles. The box is next.
I love that your box is a future one, yet to be made, and that it is ‘a self-portrait’.These lines stand out for me:
‘unlocked, the box would be where
I can see it, to be reminded I’m
embryonic, in a cosmic womb –
tree, stone, I’m dust – in waiting
of the Mother awaiting my awakening’.
I like the sense in this of expectation, being on the verge. Perhaps that’s where we always live. (K)
I think you said something!
Great metaphor!
I have carved stones too, but carved by the sea. Stones last.
Stones last. Quite.
xx