In A Shoebox Under My Bed

Shoebox
In shoeboxes under my mattress…

In A Shoebox Under My Bed

1.) Shoebox

I found a wealth of hidden emotions

in shoeboxes underneath my mattress

so many I’ve found I fathom a guess

nows not the time for romantic notions.

A little extra anger in the box

a motivation I try to control

before my rage will ask me for its toll

of memories of all of life’s hard knocks.

Uncomfortable feelings I saved near me

when action called for reason not to sigh

I gently place my teardrops somewhere safe

under an Evening Star I’ll set them free

to pull a sadness from my box and cry

or an old irritant that is bound to chafe.

2.) Hidden Emotions

Some save their coins in similar places

instead of going to a local bank

for fear of loss when industry could tank

or pictures of familiar faces.

Under my bed hide these little lost smiles

from times when I would find each hidden joy

in backyards playing with my new found toy

now packaged in this box with other files.

A savings for when life has made me numb

each second passed with a certain dread

that every moment brings another loss.

When words have sailed away and left me dumb

and visions of my death have filled my head

so fixed on hiding behind shiny gloss.

3.) In This Shoebox

This box under my bed is almost full

of times when I held each child in my arms

or when I lavished in your childish charms

with doe like eyes upon my sleeve you pull.

Or hidden in a box of sadness and grief

the unnameable ones hidden away

on dusty corners for a lengthy stay

in box to create illusion its brief.

As if the push of box under the bed

is all the action that I need to do

to find the energy to gently wake.

What will be left when all my words are said,

to know this place when feeling kind of blue

or suffering from a deeper heartache.

3.) Repetitions

I found a wealth of hidden emotions

in shoe boxes underneath my mattress

so many I found I fathom a guess

nows not the time for romantic notions.

Some save their coins in similar places

instead of going to a local bank

for fear of loss when industry could tank

or pictures of familiar faces.

As if this push of box under the bed

is all the action that I need to do

to find the energy to gently wake.

On days when it is hard to push ahead

when repetition becomes my go to

I box these feelings for my feelings sake.

Jamie Lee Hamann

Things have changed over the years.My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry.I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished two collections of poetry "Six Years of Service" and "The Rhyme of the Ancient Middle Class" both available on Amazon and plans for more.I share a weekly poem for TCEevery Saturday.I started work on my first novel and I am using TCE to share my progress as I go.I share new excerpts of this work every weekend.A Science Fiction novel that I hope is enjoyable to read. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family.I am excited to share my poetry and my writing.If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com.The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

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Jamie Lee Hamann

Things have changed over the years. My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I have a passion for writing short fiction and poetry. I started writing for TCE around 2015 and since then I have finished two collections of poetry "Six Years of Service" and "The Rhyme of the Ancient Middle Class" both available on Amazon and plans for more. I share a weekly poem for TCE every Saturday. I started work on my first novel and I am using TCE to share my progress as I go. I share new excerpts of this work every weekend. A Science Fiction novel that I hope is enjoyable to read. I currently live in Lemmon Valley NV with my family. I am excited to share my poetry and my writing. If you desire to find my other work on the internet feel free to stop by my website simplepoetics.weebly.com. The website offers articles on poetry, poems, and links to all my other writing.

3 thoughts on “In A Shoebox Under My Bed

  • July 30, 2019 at 3:13 PM
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    Most creative and imaginative poetry. There are times I push away unwanted emotions or feelings and it seems to get harder as time goes by.

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  • August 3, 2019 at 8:58 AM
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    Thank you Rasma it does get harder as time goes by. I am grateful for poetry. Poetry is always there and always accepts. Jamie

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  • August 6, 2019 at 3:03 PM
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    Poetry is a good way to express those feelings. You are in my prayers for healing, Jamie. Well done on this emotive piece. Take care.

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