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 🙂
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Litter literally lifted to literature! Love it! Great job, Jilly!
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Awarding awesome accolades of alliterative answer! Astonishing accuracy! Applause 🙂
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A structured list poem! Outstanding, Jilly! Although sad in its existence!
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Love the play of words and yes, the sounds. My favorites are:
flabby, floppy fries
soda straw straggler
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Sad reality with a nice touch of humor and alliteration.
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Poetry out of garbage.. This alliteration is brilliant
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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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Heaney was indeed a great spinner of sound. Thanks for the reminder, haven’t read him in a few years. Appreciate your comments, Brendan!
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WOW!! Amazing play on words here Jilly 😀
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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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Good idea! Perhaps I need to spend some time in a lovely park and reconnect with more pleasant images… my writing has gone decidedly dark these days.
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Super sounds of alliteration! 🙂
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Blistering blight are the mots justes. Litter never fails to fan my flame, and it is my retular practice to pick up at least three pieces every time I’m out on foot. If everyone did that, there would be no problem.
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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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