Along this part of the road
That need never be mowed
If you reach down with your bare hands
You will feel the jagged remains
Of a beer can
A broken milk bottle
A clay dish
A buckle
More (there is always more)
There are stories
In the cast off,
Forgotten bits
Fallen from trucks
Wagons, carts
Hands that
Want emptiness
Over time.
Dig deep
With your bare hands.
You will find story.
More (there is always more)
There are stories
In the cast off,
Forgotten bits
Fallen from trucks
Wagons, carts
Hands that
Want emptiness
Over time.
Dig deep
With your bare hands.
You will find story.
An oubliette is a dungeon; the word comes from the French for "forgotten place." While considering this prompt, I got to thinking that forgotten places begin at the surface of who we are and can be infinitely deep. What the bits and pieces we try to forget tell us about ourselves can be startling.
Sandy Carlson Social