Following the downtown streets
sunstrokes tumbled low
sat there was a suitcase
of colored words, alone
Silver streets and flashing things
busy times unravelled strings
Sat there was a suitcase
of colored words, alone
Alone beneath the tall tree's shade,
it's travels did seem slow,
a patched up box in endless time
Nowhere will it go.
Silver streets and flashing things
busy times unravelled strings
sat there was a suitcase,
experiencing all that time and life does bring.
***
There's actually a story behind this poem. I was walking down Duckworth Street in St.Johns on a beautiful sunny day (of which St.John's is in short supply). It was busy downtown, zooming cars, thundering motorcycles, and the general bustle of tourist season. In midst of all this I came across a suitcase. I looked around and there seemed to be no one who owned the suitcase. It was very odd to just see it sitting there, people briskly walking by, paying no attention, almost as if the suitcase and their surroundings didn't entirely exist. It was actually interestingly uplifting to see it there on the busy sidewalk, so much so that I decided to sit near it and watch everything that was going on around me. Something so simple as a misplaced suitcase changed my perspective for much of that day.
sunstrokes tumbled low
sat there was a suitcase
of colored words, alone
Silver streets and flashing things
busy times unravelled strings
Sat there was a suitcase
of colored words, alone
Alone beneath the tall tree's shade,
it's travels did seem slow,
a patched up box in endless time
Nowhere will it go.
Silver streets and flashing things
busy times unravelled strings
sat there was a suitcase,
experiencing all that time and life does bring.
***
There's actually a story behind this poem. I was walking down Duckworth Street in St.Johns on a beautiful sunny day (of which St.John's is in short supply). It was busy downtown, zooming cars, thundering motorcycles, and the general bustle of tourist season. In midst of all this I came across a suitcase. I looked around and there seemed to be no one who owned the suitcase. It was very odd to just see it sitting there, people briskly walking by, paying no attention, almost as if the suitcase and their surroundings didn't entirely exist. It was actually interestingly uplifting to see it there on the busy sidewalk, so much so that I decided to sit near it and watch everything that was going on around me. Something so simple as a misplaced suitcase changed my perspective for much of that day.
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