The Tin Box inside My Lingerie Drawer (Day Two of the PAD Challenge)

I had a strange day that started with a dream of being attacked by scorpions and then went on to my hearing a reference to the band the Scorpions after I woke up. I did a little research and came up with some interesting conclusions about the meaning of that reference. I planned on writing my poem about it. But my day didn't go as planned. 

So here I've been hiding in my room with my art supplies, trying to dig down to the heart of this prompt. I'm satisfied now. And relieved since it's only day two of the challenge, and too early to be struggling. With my focus on novel writing and editing this past year, I guess I'm out of practice.

"For today’s prompt, write a secret poem. The poem itself could be a secret, or it could be about keeping secrets or, I suppose, not keeping them. Or maybe it’s about a top secret project, or the poem is a riddle with some sort of secret meaning. Or, well, I’ll let you figure out how best to poem secretively."

 

Scribbled Meditation 

The Tin Box inside My Lingerie Drawer

Imagine

having nothing to hide,

no tin box of unspoken words,

no love notes

thrown together

from being part

of something badass,

no love and lack

of sleep
intermingling

inside the container,
promising that happiness is like
a kiss, but leaving pieces

so puzzled there’s no putting

them back together.
Imagine
having nothing to hide.

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