Inner city Bottle

Message in a bottle

We are just sand

 that gets in a bottle

hen tossed to the ground,

 kick to a stream,

 falls into a River 

until it's knock to it's senses

 then dump in the ocean

 then lands on a beach

 and all it has deep in side 

is a cigarette's butt

Author's Note

I was drinking a beer while I smoke my cigarette' thinking of everything thing that was going on and would it ever end, I finished my beer put out the cig stuck it in the bottle and the rest is history

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Love how this harkens to the way we all bumble & rumble thru life, a depository for whatever crap the last person was throwing down, which gets stirred & knocked around some, finally turning up on some distant shore with an ugly remnant of the past we find irresistible (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Mauricio Montoya]

Margie, i want to thank you first before i tell you i threw the bottle down after i put the butt in, lol.

[Poetic Beauty]

Sometimes life likes to kick us around and makes us feel like garbage but in truth most of us are strange unique creature that need to be loved

[Mauricio Montoya]

thank you so much for taking the time to read

[Poetic Beauty]

I enjoy reading your poetry. I always have.

[Mauricio Montoya]

that's why ur beauty

[roarke]

I think you should include your author's note in with the poem, the two thoughts compliment each other and add more to the concept here.

[Mauricio Montoya]

well my friend the write came to mind and at the time because of the virus we were on lockdown all i had was my phone to write this the note was a latter

[Coyote Poetry]

I believe you are right my friend. In time, all things become dirt again. I liked the honesty and the directness of the words. Happy New Year my friend. If the coronavirus ever ends. I will spend 10 days in Monterey and Big Sur. Finish my stories. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[Kari Rakitan]

This reminds me a lot of "Dust in the Wind."

Also, I'm reading "Alice: Memoirs of a Barbary Coast Prostitute" and in it, she keeps describing herself as a bit of driftwood that occasionally gets stuck somewhere for a time before moving on to something else.

Personally, I feel these metaphors are too simplistic to capture the depth of human experience. I've only rarely felt that things were completely out of my control.

[emmajoy]

Your post really tells how so many people feel in this present wretched world. So much has happened and so very quickly. Now, whoever and wherever we are, there are times when we can feel almost worthless. But we're NOT and, must never be made to feel like that. Walk tall, look forward, long ago friend.

You've not posted anything for ages, glad that tho such sad, a sad post, you're able to find a way of expressing your feelings, Mauricio. Take care of yourself, keep safe.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Oh my...this touches deep...I hear your heart......... .....

Well done.. and understood..

Jazzy ♥