What we were doing here and in the next post was this: In this sonnet each student prepared a box with six objects inside it. The objects were to be significant to the person preparing the box They taped it shut and put their name on the box. They exchanged boxes and this sonnet was written musing on the contents of the box. They were not allowed to open the box until the next sonnet assignment.
The magical box full of surprises
Her great aunt twice removed huge gold earrings
Her many colorful Girl Scout badges
Mouthwatering grandmother’s dumplings
The marbles she won in junior high school
From those snotty popular eighth graders
Memory of first time on a barstool
Her long list of goals to get her bachelors
Her very first multipurpose cellphone
Favorite pink and yellow ball point pen
To her very first signed subsidized loan
Favorite pen gives her a perfect ten
There is ringing and dinging in the box
There may even be her small keychain fox
... Patricia Gonzalez
Curiosity of the apparent
Jingling, thinking of what it hides?
We should focus not on what’s inside
Although would aid if it were transparent
Jewelry box. Contents be relevant?
Most commonly known, rules secrets don’t abide
Interesting to see, if the box has lied
Nice to see, dull in the omniscient
All knowing, knowing much for disposal
Think easy-jewelry box, jewels presumed
Contents must not be judged on by cover
Grey, soft, assuming perhaps proposal
Again, misleading, not by size but by supposal.
never should be assumed by a lover.
...Gabrielle Arroyo
The Box
Hard and plastic, but clear and blue outside
Disguised inside by paper of white
But with a hint of pink trying to hide
The parts are warring, an eternal fight
What lies within? A piece of hopeful love?
The glint of metal, a token of home.
The jingle of treasure rises above
The muffled contents, held captive by foam.
Six impossible objects of our fates
Configured apparently at random
Opening our souls to all, like gates
Deeper and farther than we could fathom.
A mystery wanting to be solved
Could only be this sort, so involved.
...Laura O’Hagan
Temptation
The sound of the box is mystifying
What is in the box? I want to now know
I shake it, but it’s not gratifying
And I try not to let desperation show
I hear the click-clack and I try to guess
I think it’s a locket, what else is there?
I stare at the box and with fingers press
But the suspense is much, I start to swear
The box is almost weightless, what the heck?
Temptation comes forth, I have to withstand
But I must open it, I need to check
I can’t, I need to stop my curious hand
I have to live with it quite a few days
How will I ever get over this craze?
...
Liz Licea
Her friction causing objects, all as one
Together wrapped in a shade of pure white
Light as a feather, heavy as a ton
For they remain embraced and closely tight
The oval-like shell is imprinted with
Such a design that mimics the small case
When shaken it creates a pleasant pitch
That manages to make a songful wave
Yet a disguise revolves around the box
Your eyes can only see the top surface
It’s as if all of it is tied with locks
Which make you want to peek and open it
But the unknown remains a mystery
And the small box retains an endless gleam
...Christina Zuniga
What can it be?
I sit and think for hours at a time,
Wondering of this box, what can it be?
Perhaps a treasure from a past crime,
Unfortunately, I can’t glance nor see.
The conclusion of opening it came
Post shaking this box, digging my minds holes
But I didn’t and made my mind be tame
Perhaps she gave me all her hopes and goals?
Although who am I for her to give this?
This is a trap for me to go insane
Or she boxed her feelings from her first kiss?
But giving that away must cause her pain
For all I know now that to me it seems
In this small box can be all her scarce dreams
...Naila Khan
What may lie within this box?
Six objects that tell all her history
Shiny and golden like golden locks
The objects so tiny remains a mystery
The sound it makes, a jingling of pearls
So fragile and beautiful
This box it contains her past her goals
Her dreams the jewels of her soul
These items of intimacy
Describe this girl in every manner
Her style, her morals, her infancy
Everything in her life that matters
This golden box may be tiny
But what is in it creates a beautiful identity
...Angelica Flores
Liz’s sailboat keys reside in this box,
And her pilot license is in here as well.
To show her faith she remembered a cross,
In jewels and silver, her favorite bell.
The sailboat resides in Monterey Bay,
Her favorite spot for free-diving in June.
Next to the otters, the perfect getaway
She hates how September always comes soon.
The bell, a gift from mom and dad to show
Just how much they’d miss her in school. The last
Item, the cross, reminding her that, no,
She’d stay on track and try to finish fast.
These are all of Liz’s treasures galore,
Now tell me, don’t you want to know her more?
...Alyssa Capili
Box Sonnet:
This cube world spins lively on its axis,
Spurred on by a single lonely toy car
As it scans the mementos it passes,
Moving nonstop but hardly getting far.
Treading with a sense of warily care,
Tripping over a tiny button mine
Perhaps a coin or a forgotten spare
Lost to this dark landscape without a sign.
Yet there is no cause for a lucky charm.
Cushioned at times by a cotton thicket,
This false eternal night does not mean harm
Much less the threat of a speeding ticket.
But it’s as those slips of paper predicts,
This toy car needs some speed to get its kicks.
...Jason Tse
In this chest there holds a secret
Not even the Da Vinci code was a mystery
Can it be pandora and what holds it
Or the mind of Michael Jackson and his misery
Can it be the solution to world hunger
Or the reason for world peace
It might be the answer to turn younger
Or the new president who will bring war to a cease
Only way to find out is to open it
To touch it’s sacredness and to feel it’s power
The mystery is how much can it fit
Memories of past years and past hours
Only way to find out is to open it
To love, appreciate and cherish it
...Julia Le
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