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Plastic Cup

It is me

Plastic Cup

A plastic cup rolls back and forth on the road, in rain and hail it bends to climate,Β  drowning in discard.

It once, however brief, touched the lips of our tumultuous race and holds our atomic breath dear.

Now, Monstrous branches cultivate over its brittle frame in the night

Sweeping it into a shadowy blanket of insects and rotting resin, an endangered weed amongst the landscape scream.

As I glimpsed this particular cup at speed, unable to fully acknowledge its passing life, I myself am plunged into deep thought, as if this object holds something belonging to me, something only I can see.

Does the cup know me, did it see my blurry face and remember my vacant stare, I think it knows me, the scared tormented, surrendering to hostile elements.

My reflection is this forgotten object, forgotten by all that was, and is.

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Neville

a plastic cup should be for life and not just for throwing away .. almost said the C word then, oh' well jingle bells :)Β 

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Bernadete van d...

Hi Nine Eleven, just reading this.
Excellent piece of work! I have a soft spot for metaphors, and this one says it all. My other favourite of yours is The Bus and that one about flower at the Cafe.Β 
Stay well, all the best. BΒ 

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Nine Eleven

Thank you Bernadete, I'm glad you like them. X

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