Kim is hosting dVerse:

Your challenge today is to write a poem about your own metaphorical box. It doesn’t necessarily have to be about a relationship, but I would like it to be autobiographical, free verse, and in three stanzas similar to those in Clarke’s poem: the first stanza describes the box; the second what is in it; and the third where you keep it, with a summarising list in the final two lines.

https://dversepoets.com/2024/04/09/a-box-of-poems/

My box is crafted from antique bricks

Stacked high with prism-like lips

Made from bone, straw, and lime

the date stamp shows my age.

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Inside I hide those unpretentious dreams,

Along with old sufferings and wild schemes

Shut away in this aged-old place

I only visit occasionally.

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My box lives in the liminal vapors

Like smoke curls around burning papers

Ancient secrets dark and heavy,

Hidden for eternity—longing to be free.

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© Colleen Chesebro