I tinkered and cobbled a box together
to place my love feelings
safe from the wheelings and dealings
of loves thrillings and chillings.
Yet still and because
the thing that love does
I handed said box
without any locks
with trust
into the hands of a young lass.
The spine turns cold
when woe to behold
I sighted my love- feelings box
tossed among the rocks
bobbing in the sea
among the flotsam and jetsam
and trash.
Apr 24, 2025
Apr 24, 2025 at 7:21 PM UTC
I tinkered and cobbled a box together
to place my love feelings
safe from the wheelings and dealings
of loves thrillings and chillings.
Yet still and because
the thing that love does
I handed said box
without any locks
with trust
into the hands of a young lass.
The spine turns cold
when woe to behold
I sighted my love- feelings box
tossed among the rocks
bobbing in the sea
among the flotsam and jetsam
and trash.
Flotsam and jetsam mean useless and discarded things. I like to take interesting words and phrases and build poems around them.
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