Like a soda can
Thrown on the sidewalk,
Stepped on by unscrupulous
Soles of hard leather boots.
It makes a deafening sound
Of tin against cement,
The friction jolting a sleeping cat
Back to a harsh world.
The can caves in,
The heavy dent penetrates
And gnaws on the inside,
Hollow, useless, without purpose.
It is kicked by passers-by
And blown by a strong, cold wind,
Hitting alley walls and finally a trash bin,
Where it rightfully belongs.
-Katherine Lopez
24 July 2011
but wait! there's more! :)
ReplyDelete...it took only moments,
the shine of its red and white exterior
no longer visible in the pile of urban excess,
and then a kid's voice, a kid's hands.
pulled out of the pile,
wiped as if it was a prized possession,
and then a clatter of tin emanates
from within a black bag, and a smile.
Beautiful rendering... love the posted part as well as the addition.
ReplyDelete@Paolo: Winner! You made the poem happy hehe. Thanks! :)
ReplyDelete@Reflections: Thank you. I'm glad you loved it. :) The two stanzas posted were welcome additions :D
It goes to show you, even the wind will help if it has to.
ReplyDelete+1 to those who made this poem happy. the 'can' needs it. :) - JL
ReplyDelete@booguloo: Yup. When we're sad, we think everyone and everything around us is against us. But some of them serve as blessings in disguise. Thank you for your comment :)
ReplyDelete@JL dear: Thank you. :)
great one,
ReplyDeleteyou make me see it happen, sad,
profound entry.
Totally love this. The life of a can -- crushing seems to be inevitable and sometimes it's needed to be reborn :)
ReplyDelete@Jingle: Yes, it's sad. I was sad when I wrote it, too. But, like one of the bloggers here who posted additional stanzas, we can turn things around and find reasons to smile. :) Thank you for your comment.
ReplyDelete@bendedspoon: I agree. For every stumble and fall, there's always a reason to stand up. Thank you for your comment. :)
Ouch!
ReplyDelete@Diamond R: I know, right? Thanks for dropping by :)
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