All resolutions have failed, except one. |
I had a hope-lined box, a box of resolutions; I filled it New Year’s Eve with adamant jaw-grit resolve. Those resolutions balked when they were placed with fervor; I had to hold them in, then quickly close the metal lid. Moaning, the sounds inside, as entities in capture; yet I maintained my will, and put the box up on the shelf. Then New Year’s Day arrived with bright shining; a brand new year with full speed ahead. I paid little heed to shelf with said box; (my plan plain, and I was sly as a fox.) The day wore on and inside I felt a feeling, a gnawing pang as if love were spent. I walked to and fro espying the caged the haunting sounds of resolutions cried-- indeed, they seemed so enraged. Setting sun (set to flee), all except one. Then on the second day I happened to the shelving; I slowly raised the lid--a Hershey promise flew away. And with the flap of free I witnessed patience fleeting; into the morning air, a resolution spreading wings. More was the great release, as per Pandora’s fable; vows gushed away like wind--my countenance a blush of red. I struggled hard to hold resolutions, but pressure waves of freedom won out. I pressed hard on lid with shoulders in pain; (cigar smoke--another promise was slain.) But then I stood tall and altered the moment; I pushed the lid closed ‘fore all was gone. To myself, steadfastly, I uttered, Nope! I will not let them all fly free this day; indeed, I captured hope. Rising sun (great escape), all except one. 34 Lines Writer’s Cramp 1-3-15 |