bottom shelf

Like the pasta bag on the bottom shelf,
There, like the others
perhaps even better than the others�"

But never seen.

You looked where the others did not look. 

You saw me.

I caught your attention; you read the label.

You saw me.

Then you grabbed me, convinced. 

But then you dropped me. 

I crashed 

on the floor, 

in millions of pieces, 

scattered, 

never to be picked up again.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we are little to another person than low priced item on the shelf that is picked up and then tossed...even that pasta jar has feelings....
The metaphor here is so good and you sustained it....many poets start a good metaphor but don't carry it through....You did.
j.

[quietingthechaos]

Thank you J. for your words!

[Arundass TP]

Nicely written poem. Enjoyed reading

[quietingthechaos]

Thank you Arundass, happy to hear that

[Amy R]

Oh wow, started of so lovely but then just like many of our favorite romance poetry... twas left there alone, that feeling is not nice. Been there before and somehow I survived it.
Thanks for sharing such raw poetry, felt the emotions as I read it. Take care of yourself
-Amy

[quietingthechaos]

Thank you Amy for your words, much appreciated!

[Amy R]

You're welcome.