Garbage

Cherry

By Ed Crane

Sat, 04 Jul 2015
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14 comments
 

total re-write of an old effort

 

Today is Tuesday, black

bins on the street. Rubbish

displayed in full view making

it easy to find. You can throw

away all things useless.

 

 . . . Black bins fill up fast.

 

Next week it’s green bins.

You can return something

to society, its for the good

of the people.

 

. . . Whether they care or not.

 

Green bins contain useful

garbage. Hard plastic bubble

packs which broke your

nails. Tomato smeared pizza

boxes; sour smelling milk

cartons; plastic cola-bottles

with dead wasps inside and

the very latest in junk-mail.

 

Today, my black bin overflows

with useless things.

Wasted emotions:

compassion,

anger,

envy,

pity.

 

. . . and some very soggy tissues.

 

Certificate 15
Poem
Love

Comments

Submitted by Bee on

Useful rubbish, useless rubbish - it's life, and so much garbage - and those soggy tissues at the end - made me feel really sad. Great little piece, this. 

Bee

Submitted by Ed Crane on

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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Found quite a lot of intersting thought intermingled here. Rhiannon

 

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Submitted by london_calling79 on

The soggy tissues just top it off!

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

Glad you like the final line. I wasn't sure it would work.

 

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

The colours of the bins vary - ours are black for household rubbish and green for garden waste - but the purpose is still the same, recycling and getting rid of unwanted stuff. Just like life in fact of which your poem is a perfect metaphor.

Luigi

 

Submitted by Ed Crane on

In fact where I live we have to use very specific black bags and blue ones for recycled plastic , but the meaning is the same. My mother in Norfolk had to deal with three different coloured bins.

 

Submitted by love_writing on

I found the words used at each line break worked effectively- for instance; black, rubbish, throw, in first stanza. Some pungent smells created with the green bin contents, and an emotive last stanza- enjoyed reading this! 

love_writing

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I liked your assessment!

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

I'm a black bin I think. Great poem. It speaks to me right now.

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.

Submitted by Ed Crane on

I can definitely say you don't produce garbage! smiley

Thanks for reading my poem

Ed

 

Submitted by Deliberately Ev... on

Thanks Ed. ☺️

The beat of your heart is the mellifluent rhythm to my soul.