The Blue Box of Poems



Keep me
in the blue box,
next to the poems,
you’ve saved;
with the pressed wildflowers,
pages of doodles,
and photographs of old flames;
bundle me with love letters
and hand-drawn cards,
memories of those rainy days;
and then,
slowly un-spin
your way,
to your heart…

© SoulReserve 2016

When one speaks of the blue box
all I can whisper is the name of The Doctor
a blue eclipsed journal with a timeline of tales
writings of one traveler Doctor Song
for what is written: scattered about
is never wrong…
the life of The Doctor.

(my dear Whovian just screamed inside and
it had it speak out).

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