A Glass Box

Just some rambling words before work. Hope you enjoy!

Inside a glass box,

I saw a world,

so beautiful,

and so bright

I then closed 

my eyes,

and began 

to sleep...

and then,

there was

nothing...

Not even light...

Reviews

[Isabella Disney]

I will receive a different meaning every time I read this.... Can't decide if it's happy or sad, or drifting somewhere in between! Awesome little poem :)

[Moonlight]

It is short and simple. And most importantly, it is good, Brian.
Two very contrasting pictures come up in my mind as I read it. And the more I read the more depth I see in these words.

I am not sure how you interpret these lines but to me, it feels like, the glass box is like a dream where we see a beautiful utopian world. But it's not permanent. Just like how all dreams, good or bad, end, the glass box might break and shatter the magic it holds.

And when that happens, we get a glimpse of reality. The reality which is dark and full of flaws.

I don't know if this is the correct interpretation, but then again, is there anything such as a correct interpretation. It's just how the words speak to us.

Loved reading this poem.

Thank you for the read request, and sorry for the late response.

-moonlight

[Thesecuts]

Wow, so short and simple, but yet it is so amazing, and different. Just by reading it, took me into a whole diferent world. For only about three seconds, then I wanted more.

[Coyote Poetry]

A interesting poem. Sometime we are opposite. When we close our eyes. We can open doors of great dreams and possibilities. I enjoyed the poetry. Made me think today. Thank you Brian for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[C. Rose]

Possible interpretation, God closed his eyes on humanity. :D

[SheIsMe]

I just got chills...I really, REALLY liked this. I see different meanings. I see a beautiful beginning that ends with a sudden death. I see happiness and colors and peace, shattered by pain. SO WELL WRITTEN!!

[Dani The Unreviewed]

The world inside the glass box is something like the world of your dreams/desires. That about right? fell asleep...there was nothing, not even light. You woke up from that dream? sorry, didn't read much of your other works, so i might be wrong. But whatever its about, its great.

[micky]

Wonderful piece...i love it Brian

[wordman]

well i hope it was just a bad dream my friend,but a great poem

[dan]

Brian, When I read the first stanza I thought immediately of a snow globe (sort of a box), which conjured up a happy feeling. But then..."there was nothing...Not even light," which suggests death? Or was it just because you were asleep and no dreams were active? I believe our obligation as poets is to cause the reader to think, and that's precisely the reaction it got out of me. Nice job! take care...dan

[Brian M. Peeples]

Yes. I agree. Consider a poet to be similar to that of a magician, and a magician never reveals his secrets. Let the reader wonder and it makes the mystery of interpretation all the more interesting!

[dan]

A very fitting analogy. I like the way you think...dan