Naw, I’ve never written much poetry. But here is one poem I did write over a decade ago.
In the box there is safety;
There are limits; there is rest.
It is there the definitions
Make most sense from the box next.
Most folks choose a box for safety.
It gives clarity, clock and pay.
It is easy to describe
To other boxers along the way.
Location, status, title –
Especially for a man –
The box answers many questions.
It’s secure; it defines the plan.
Without a box to stay in
Others shudder at your state.
They will bring you lists of boxes
You might choose to ease your plight.
‘Tis a kindly thought from boxers
Who never contemplate the price
They have paid and pay for boxing.
Paid, but undernourished, in a box all seems nice.
Some boxes foster freedom;
They are big; have lots of space.
The owners of the boxes
Smile and watch; never in your face.
Some boxes are for lazies.
They may be small with lots of pay.
Simply stay in dim lit corners
And collect cheques at end of day.
Box owners cannot get it.
They can’t know with the worth, the light.
It’s not their box “Why chance it?”
Better leave the lid on tight.
But for some a box is cardboard.
Cardboard actions; cardboard thoughts.
Freedom lurks beyond the cardboard
Were undiscovered creativity knocks.
If you’re thinking about boxing
Consider carefully the cause.
Will it limit? Will it shape you?
Will it satisfy your God?
Maybe boxing’s not the answer.
Maybe cardboard’s lighter fare.
Maybe there is newness out there.
Maybe you were built for fresher air.
If you have a friend to cheer you,
If you can get beyond your bed,
And you need to try creating
Boxing will leave you numb or dead.
It’s not easy without an owner.
There are benefits cardboard brings.
Once you give up cardboard
The telephone seldom rings.
Outside the box – the pushing
All must start from within.
Your friends and partners help;
But alone you must begin.
It takes longer than expected.
Only He could take six days.
Others cannot understand you.
To them it all seems haze.
But if there is a burning,
If newness from the horizon calls
And no-one else can hear it,
In time the sound just falls.
What if you ignore the music
That inside so clearly chimes?
Will anyone else ever hear it?
Will it go undiscovered in time?
If all just stay in boxes
The cardboard will soften and rot.
Someone has to do new
Or the world is in quite a spot.
There are but two main seasons
When one considers out-of-box state.
At the start it seems so scary;
At the middle it seems too late.
There’s no good time to try it.
Having pushed the lid up once,
Hearing wind and storm and whispering
You forget freedom to become.
If horizon’s sound is money
Forget that pot of gold.
Illusion’s never worth it
Single notes will soon grow old.
But if the call is bigger
Magnificent, rich and true
You’d better move past boxes
And go find the real you.
There are days, and plenty of them
When boxing looks just fine.
But you’ve got to stay the course
Passing boxes walking your fine line.
The price one pays for boxes
For some is far too high.
The lids are quite oppressive
If you were made to reach for sky.
Get advice from the non-boxers.
Only they can understand.
It is their’s to lend you courage
Pointing out paths to horizon’s land.
When years become feeble
Life is spent and most days gone
Will you look back to trails of boxes
Saying the road now looks all wrong?
Perhaps you have to chance it.
Perhaps the tug is too strong.
Perhaps you can’t resist –
You have resisted far too long.
What is the worst that can happen
If you take the risk and fail?
At least you will have a story
And others will learn from your tale.
Will you leave this world enhanced
If you fail to dig down deep?
If you along with others
Choose a box just down the street?
There is nothing wrong with boxes.
At the end of the day
Most will stay within them
That is really quite okay.
To box or not to box?
The decision must come from within.
You must survey the options
Choose a course and then begin.
This poem’s yet unfinished
It requires a final thought.
But we’ll leave it open ended
Write the ending; that’s your spot.