Tossed on the rugged pavement be it sunshine, rain or sleet
Dragged through the streets into the ditch eating dust
I’m tumbled & thrown from the start till the end
Took trains, went for luxury plane rides, buses, trucks & cars, I’ve seen it all
From painful tossing off the window by angry spouse
To welcome back to hometown, I’ve lived it all
Through my journey, from the market place to the bedroom
I’d often wondered would someone come looking for me when I’m lost?
Or they just run after what’s inside…after all I’m dealing with humans!
...I wonder...As I stand here alone with a flower by my side, is it because I’m dead?
Author notes
Just thinking - if suitcase had feelings, what it would be thinking when left alone
Picture Credit goes to - http://fistfulofsand.deviantart.com/art/Suitcase-In-Road-22979064
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A contest entry
- Tell me the story of this object ~ Suitcase by Aussie Gypsy.
650 points, ended September 30, 2008, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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This is a very interesting take on the prompt here, I wonder what stories our suitcases would tell if they had the chance. Best to you in the contest
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i think after what i put some of mine through they would hate me, keep it flowing and good luck in the contest.
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"From painful tossing off the window by angry spouse
To welcome back to hometown, I’ve lived it all"
HEY...Quit writing about me! LOL, awesome write my friend, i loved it
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