Garbage Tip Scavenger

.....just the dawning of an idea?

  The rabbits have scampered from the hawk

  down their holes,

  the cockroaches into the narrowest of cracks

  away from the light,

  and the scraps of dreams

  are fast disappearing below the surface

  as I wake.

 

  Only the scum of detritus is left,

  but jutting just enough to see the edge,

  I can see a word

  through the corrugated slats

  of my cardboard tent of sleep,

  ink-black against the red dawn.

 

  Yes, I will have to dig

  deep into the trash

  to find the whole sentence,

  but sometimes half-exposed letters

  can be the first links                           

  of a buried chain.

 

Reviews

[Rita L. Sev]

Oh, that last stanza... with these words you have clearly found hidden gems. Love this, Pete.

[Ed Hart]

yes Pete, that's the way of it, and you have put it very well

[Coyote Poetry]

Yes my friend. A interesting journey in these words. After all the searching. Can we find the answer? Nice flow of thoughts led to the good ending. Thank you Pete for sharing your amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Salar Majak]

trying to find the idea is the hardest part, then once it clicks, one idea comes after another like heavy rain and you have to catch every drop before it falls to the ground and completely disappear.
great poem, i loved this part:

''but sometimes half-exposed letters
can be the first links
of a buried chain.''
i feel like i wanna get this on a t-shirt !

[Donald Meikle]

Having spent too long in dawning ideas I can quite relate to your descriptive viewpoint
We call tips dumps over 'ere mate
I guarded one faithfully in Bainbridge Maryland a few nights

[jacob erin-cilberto]

those half exposed ideas...the ones that seem throwaways are often the words that can bring back the muse...keep us surviving for another day....love the metaphor here, Pete....

excellent work.

j.