Carrier bag – TB

20 Nov

Carrier bag,
Your career is over.
You’re not holding things,
You’re breaking,
You’re becoming see-through,
You’re fading.
I can’t even get rid of you.
It’s grating,
You’re not biodegrading.

Career bags are so last season.
I don’t want one.
Get me a pigeon.
It’ll fly back to me,
By the summer,
And’ll nest in the old birch tree.

Plastic bag,
Dancing in the wind,
Get a job!


7 Responses to “Carrier bag – TB”

  1. gillena December 8, 2015 at 5:16 pm #

    luv the contrast of phases and timely seasons

    much love…

  2. Björn Rudberg (brudberg) December 8, 2015 at 7:57 pm #

    And in the end when bags can’t be filled they’ll be landfill.

  3. ihatepoetry December 8, 2015 at 9:35 pm #

    Great poem to things, what we presume have no life of their own. Amusing, thanks!

    • Jim December 9, 2015 at 2:33 am #

      Or it will be sucked up against a car radiator causing the car to overheat. Nice fun little poem over a trifling object.

  4. angieinspired December 9, 2015 at 5:25 pm #

    I really liked the voice (and your reading one) in this. Like a good 1-2-3 punch to sum it up.

  5. Marian December 10, 2015 at 11:57 am #

    Ah, I think a lot about those bags in trees and everywhere else. Our markets are complying with a new no-plastic-bags law on January 1 and that is going to be interesting. Your poem is charming and made me slow down to think.

  6. Helen Dehner December 10, 2015 at 6:55 pm #

    LOVE this ~~ hearing you read it enhances the experience a million times. Cheers.

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