PANDORA'S BOX

PANDORA’S BOX

You should have snapped
hard fast the lock,
and, unlike Pandora,
sat upon the lid.

Don't complain now
that your innocence is lost
your senses assaulted
your feelings manifest:
you knew beforehand
what would come
to occupy your space.

Many a wise tongue has clucked
at poor Pandora's sin:
how much more foolish is the tongue
who, having clucked,
repeats the crime.
Like mine.

You've opened up again
haven't you?
Let the safe shield slip an inch.

Haven't you learned yet
that the slipper you carry
will never fit?
that there is no
girl among the cinders
waiting for you?

Didn't you spread your cards
along the table
one last time?
Risk one final toss of dice?
Fool!
Fortune will never smile on you,
since Luck's a lady
and ladies don't love you.

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Mark

18 years 4 months ago

Yes !

I see, with more than my eyes. I thought I was lucky that she was a princess only to discover the box had been opened once again. And now, what about now? Seems that box will never go away. There once was a guy everybody liked and me too but now he is her slave - sad thing . . . Mark

meic

18 years 4 months ago

I’m lucky I guess, I

I'm lucky I guess, I healed remarkably quickly and was able to move on to a better life - except for the loss of time with my kids, of course - but that's another story! Take care, my friend. Mike

RSScheerer

18 years 4 months ago

Great use of metaphors

I read this three times and sat here soaking up each line. You really did a good job with this one, Mike. You expressed your pain and anger with eloquence and grace that I'm sure the subject never earned. ~ Ronda

meic

18 years 4 months ago

Grace and eloquence - thank

Grace and eloquence - thank you so much, what a lovely compliment. How would these apply to the subject? Well not eloquence - unless you consider an inability to shut up for more than three consecutive minutes as such. Grace, however, she had in abundance - she failed her application for the Royal Ballet not on her dancing ability, but on the grounds of their ridiculously strict body measurement standards [her legs were too long in proprtion to her torso!]. She wouldn't try 'lesser' alternatives, and I got the blame for that too! Mike

RSScheerer

18 years 4 months ago

blame

Blame is something the other person is all too willing to place anywhere besides the place it truly belongs. I took a lot of blame; still am. Maybe some of it I earned, but a lot of it was unjustified. What really angers me is that he still has the ability to reduce me to that same scared, uncertain person that he created. Still working on that, though. The point is, you managed to express yourself without sounding bitter or spiteful. That is a difficult task for even the strongest person; even moreso for one who has been hurt. Nicely done, Mike. Really. ~ Ronda

Mark

18 years 4 months ago

I refused to take the blame but anger - guilty

although blame was flying every which way. I was more angry at how left out of control I was in the end. I really don't think I could write about it, as a whole, without anger. Some parts of it I do believe I could certainly write in love. Writing and sharing poetry on this subject is outstanding Mike ! Thanks, Mark

IKnowNoBox

18 years 4 months ago

Something gives me intuition

to avoid or sabatoge such things in route.But bame has straddled me deserved and correctly served.Never got close to the alter in the process. In ink, Dabbler

Mark

18 years 4 months ago

Deceit

Appearances can be deceiving. To all of "us" she was a portugese princesss. But her family knew and kept quiet. Then there was the other , the old boyfriend, where I can relate almost totally to what Mike is writing. Mark