kick the can

By celticman

Sat, 19 Nov 2022
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5 comments
 

I kick the can, cause I can

Mothers’ handbags, like grief clutched to their breasts

I kick the can cause I

Their faces open, but closed in a wail with no tail

I kick the can cause

Men wander away, hope instead of pray

I kick the can

The nameplate is gold, stone cold

I kick the

Not old they mutter on the day

I kick

No one came, not even the rain

I’m born again, like you

But I can’t get through

Dizzy and see-saw

That’s where you are

Move on they say

In that stone-face way

Poor wee thing, kicked the can

Certificate U
Poem
Surreal

Comments

Submitted by TJW on

Like how the words of the opening line kick the can one by one, syllabic death. Ever see the Twilight Zone episode Kick the Can? Much obliged for the read.

V/R 

TJ

 

Submitted by marandina on

"No one came, not even the rain..." I like the diminishing refrain as well. We all kick our own cans at some point. Some have more to kick than others but they all end up in the same place in the end..

 

Submitted by celticman on

thanks TJ and Marinda. Musing. We used to kick the can and get in trouble from my dad for scuffed toes on our shoes. 

 

Submitted by jeand on

Hi Jack

A very thought provoking and clever poem.

Jean Day

Submitted by celticman on

thanks jean, more a whimsy.