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Music Box

Updated on July 18, 2011
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pink and padded cell

holds her captive until

the one with the magic key

unlocks her privacy


pleased to be released

from her velveteen coffin

just what you always dreamed

so sweet a treat for your command


you pop the golden latch

and she springs eager

as if waiting for you

to turn the ratchet


perfectly posed

tirelessly dances, twirling

at your whim and will

for you alone


but the day comes

her ballet now wrote

tired of your tiny dancer

close the lid for the last time


piled on a card table

on your lawn

labeled with masking tape

one dollar

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      smile51everyday 5 years ago from dream land-mamamiya

      beautiful poem.............

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      nlaile 5 years ago from Dayton, OH, USA.

      I love the small snippets of alliteration in there, and I think there could have been a couple more instances of them that would have pleased me more. I did like it, though. Its a beautiful poem. Well done.

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      5 years ago from East Coast Canada

      Easily dismissed, the dancing Miss, she knows not the worth of her toil, sadly and suddenly she's been discarded, her pleasure bringing has been foiled.

      So is the fate of the toys and trinkets of our youth.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thank you smile!

      Hello Nialle. I'll make a note, more alliteration, check.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Good Evening EM! What a perfectly lovely and poetic comment! My sister had one of those music boxes and I was completely jealous. I looked into buying my daughter one and realized they were cheaply made pieces of crap.

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      bbnix 5 years ago from Southern California

      A darling little metaphor of a poem, Randy, and yes, perhaps, in reality, not built so well, but maybe to a little child out there, it could have been quite precious, and then, in the end, sadly shelved, sold, or otherwise forgotten, or worse, neglected, as so many children themselves tragically are....

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      Tony DeLorger 5 years ago from Adelaide, South Australia

      Very sweet RB. Such a girl thing; I'm sure every little girl wanted one and treasured them if they had. Nice poem.

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      Tom Rubenoff 5 years ago from United States

      Our dancer could only do one thing

      In her world of mechanism

      And containment

      She

      Could only do it perfectly

      (a recipe for derangement)

      Her dark loneliness unabated

      She awaited

      Her chance to dance

      For a new audience

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      BukowskiBabe 5 years ago from Somewhere in the middle of it all.

      Perfect

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Hi BB. Interesting take on this, the dancer being a metaphor for the children themselves. Interesting.

      Morning Tony. Yes sweet and so very not. All in how you look at it :)

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Hi Tom; what a perfectly wonderful comment! Thanks.

      Greetings BukowskiBabe. Thank you much.

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      Poetic Fool 5 years ago

      Randy, this one tugs at the heartstrings, both sweet and melancholy at the same time. A beautiful write.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thank you Poetic Fool. I am pleased it reached you.

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      Nikkij504gurl 5 years ago from Louisiana

      so eager to get rid of old memories, perhaps too haunting to keep.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      That's another good interpretation. Thanks Nikki.

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      Claudia Schönfeld 5 years ago

      this reminded me of toy story somehow...but that's just the cover right..? things that once were precious lose their worth...and it's sad and it hurts..excellent randy

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      Luke Prater 5 years ago

      very poignant... and I was looking for the meaning/subtext here... what the box ballerina was a metaphor for? I suspect, I have an idea, and sometimes in poetry that's the beauty; each reader drawing their own conclusions. Enough ambiguity but not so much as to make it just annoyingly vague. Beautifully sad and wonderfully descriptive nearer the beginning

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      emma 5 years ago

      I think I could garner many meanings from this piece. It reads like a straightforward description initially, but as it moved forward I got chills from the imagery you created with your words. Just the kind of piece that grabs my attention because there are so many possible meaning/interpretations held within. Loved it!

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      ayala 5 years ago

      Randy, poignant and lovely.

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      brian miller 5 years ago

      sad when those dreams and childhood things lose their magic...maybe another child will grab it...

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      Carolee Samuda 5 years ago from Jamaica

      Randy, Randy! I know you ain't writing 'bout no darn music box!.......I know I'm right......lol

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Hi Claudia, right! My lollipops, dragons and barbie dolls are never lollipops, dragons or barbie dolls. They are just my escape hatch if pressed. :)

      Greetings Luke. If I write in layers there is something for everybody. They can take what resonates with them. There is always a personal meaning to me of course.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Emma I'm so glad you liked it and it grabbed you. How wonderful is that.

      Ayala thank you so much for the visit. Cheers.

      Yes Brian there is always a new playmate in the wait.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Well hello Cardisa! I'm so happy to see your real and beautiful face once again. I love the self confidence with which you judge my work (smiles).

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      Heaven 5 years ago

      this is lovely.... reminds me of the toys we loved and discarded later on....

      great to see you at D'verse

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks Heaven. Cheers!

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      hedgewitch 5 years ago

      So many things end up at a garage sale...and as they say, one man's trash is another man's treasure. Enjoyed this little dancing doll of a metaphor much.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks hedgewitch; how true that old adage is. In fact his junk may be worth thousands.

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      Beth Winter 5 years ago

      Oh, dreams outlived. So many former treasures end up as fleeting thoughts. Beautiful imagery and the ending is perfect.

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      Andy 5 years ago

      So sad when things once treasured end up on the scrap heap. Almost like throwing away memories.

      Vivid imagery.

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      lori 5 years ago

      Oh, I had that music box with the little ballerina. I wish I still had it. This brought her memory back full force. I loved that jewelry box. I would turn the knob and watch her dance again and again. Thanks for the memory!

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      Mama Zen 5 years ago

      There's something so sad about toys at a garage sale!

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      attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

      I shall shed a tear for that poor unwanted soul, until she dances once more in the spotlight before excited young eyes. (feintly heard applause, from down the street)

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      Monika 5 years ago

      This is really sweet. Amazed by the beginning and saddened by the end. Many a times, so true for our lives as well.

      Deep and thoughtful.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Hi Beth Winter. Its fun to try to remember what our little selves once deemed so important.

      On the other hand Andy, you could end up like my Grandmother, with a dozen barns and storerooms filled with "memories" your descendants have to deal with.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Awww Lori, I'm happy she is a good memory for you. I never was given one and was jealous of my stepsister's for a decade!

      Hey Mama Zen, better the garage sale than the dumpster? But they are just "things".

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Sarcasm AH? At this most serious of poems? Really! ;)

      Monika, thanks for getting that is more than it appears. Cheers.

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      ahorseback 5 years ago

      I was thinking the other day about our love of music and as I was driving ,all at once I caught the sounds of an old turn table that I had along time ago , the skipping needle, the scent of the leather , the aromas of electric currents , and the memory of lifting the needle to replay the same song over again, the popping

      skipping melodies of white noise and memory. I love my MP3 but I miss the romance of music. I also remember watching my little girl , a long time ago , facinated by her new music box , in a moment when she was mad at daddy for something. I'm drifting here , but I like your poem. It makes me think of by girl!.....:-} Thanks for that!

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      attemptedhumour 5 years ago from Australia

      I was being serious for once, as one person's trash is another's treasure. A new home would be a perfect encore for our poor, neglected, rough around the edges, but still desirable to some other kid down the street, imprisoned starlet. And shame on you for casting her out into the sometimes cruel, but not in this case, world. (well at least in my, (we don't have to have an unhappy ending, if we don't want to), version of it). Cheers

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Charming comment ahorseback! I remember stacking the 45 on the black insert column. Trying to fall asleep before the last record hit bottom and the sound of the needle at the end of the record riding there, chacht, chacht, chact. Thanks for stirring up these memories.

      Morning AH. I love a sad ending though :P

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      PenMePretty 5 years ago from Franklin

      Voted: Awesome. How clever!!! Fantastic hub.

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      Randy Behavior 5 years ago from Near the Ocean

      Thanks PMP, I do so love being called clever :)

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