Blue plastic pails parade the side walk, collecting rainwater and every once in a while a solid kick from a sordid face, someone who despises the joy of hauling bits of detritus and sand to and fro. They are lined up like civil war soldiers on salute, sentenniels dispensing silent salutations to spotted cats that wander by. They are lost to the eyes whose hands once filled and emptied the plastic cylinders (bottomless holes for treasures secular and holy) oblivious of time for time has no part of eternity. The blue is stranger than any natural color, the sky has never been as secretive as their uncommpromising hues. Sheered with rainwater upon a backdrop of summer grass, handless, hopeless, and forgotten.
Excellent work! Great flow and I really like the tone it's presented in. Enjoyed it alot! my fav. lines
The first stanza popped into my head and I really liked the alliteration so I wrote the rest on the spot. Haven't really considered contests, they would just hurt my ego...
Wow, this one was strong all the way through, great imagery. Everything seem to fit together and you ended very nicely. Great job.
They are lost to the eyes whose hands once filled and emptied the plastic cylinders (bottomless holes for treasures secular and holy) oblivious of time for time has no part of eternity. ____________________ Loved it all but this is the part I think that grabbed me most. From what I gathered Poetry.com is an online version of that thing they had snailmail style....oh, you didn't win but we wanna publish it in our collection and you can purchase a copy for $49.99 kinda thing. I may be very wrong but I know some of the online ones are like that.
