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A Litter ation

Crumpled, cigarette cellophane
brown broken beer bottles
gobs of green-apple gum
sticky, stretching from the soles  of my sepia shoes.

Rotting, roadside wreckage
busted, bunched-up debris
blown on the breeze.
Fetid foam of flotsam floating.

Left-behind lunch of
flabby, floppy fries
soda straw straggler
and half-eaten hamburger
dank deterioration dumped in a ditch.

Posted papers pinned to a pole
weathered and washed out words
of garish garage-sale goodies
now gone.

Mustard marshmallow maggots
hatching, hungry; hunting.

The gradual gathering gloom
is a blistering blight upon
the beauty we behold.

© Jilly’s 2016

Image: Putting a Face on Litter


Tonight is Open Link Night over at the dVerse Poet’s Pub. I am focusing on sound devices lately 🙂


A wild soul writing poetry.

14 thoughts on “A Litter ation

  1. Seamus Heaney was a master of the sound of the thought — that such garbage here could sing attests to the sonar of the world. What a landfill in “dank deterioration dumped in a ditch.”

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  2. Clever title — disgusting imagery — and I mean that in the most complimentary way! I kept waitng for you to connect it to the summer prompt too and have the beating sun turn it to a putrid slosh!

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    1. Alas, I cannot do that. I once picked up something that had a bee in it and I am allergic to yellow jacket stings. The plus side is that I was taught well. Noncontributer, am I. Thanks for reading 🙂


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