Soda Can
soda can crush
beneath boot-clad feet
scratched aluminum’s hollow ring echoes
in high noon heat
there goes 5 cents…
wasted another nickel
resisted corrosion–
its invisibility spent on frivolous fun
humidity drowns this temporary distraction
floating in thick air
distilled.
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Nice, H.A.! You, your poems and your generous feedback have been a delight this month.
Many thanks, Kevin! I sincerely appreciate your kind words. I, too, have enjoyed reading your poems and generous feedback this month. Such a joy!
I love a good poem about seemingly insignificant things. Prime among them is a soda can! I love how you have “distilled” this!
Thank you so much, Linda. I have no idea what the heck sparked this memory, but I just had to write about it. I am so glad you found something worthwhile in this ordinary moment and poem.
Thank god you saved those old boots!
😆 Bill, I literally laughed put loud when I read your comment! Ha!
Nah, this is a memory from a hot summer some 25(ish) years ago. Sadly, the old boots have moved on. Thanks for reading and for referencing those boots. Made my day!
Lol, I thought the same at first read!
Man, those boots even got a hold on you, too. They were magical. I miss them tremendously. 🖤 Thanks for thinking of them. Glad they get to live on with you all, too.
*out
This poem crackles with sound and energy. I love how you turn with “its invisibility spent on frivolous fun” and open up the poem through to its final word line.
Many thanks, Shaun! I genuinely have no idea what the heck sparked this tiny snapshot memory this morning, but it found itself on the page. I appreciate that you read and left such kind feedback for me/ my poems this month. Thanks for reading.
Ahhh, a wee poem in the larger one “there goes 5 cents…/distilled.”
Love the sounds provoked in “soda can crush”
Pam, I love that you find these tiny poems inside the larger ones. I am so honored that you read these with such care! Thanks for always reading and for leaving kind feedback. Glad you liked the way this one sounds.
Enjoyed this “can”-do poem, H.A.!
😆 Thanks, Bud. It’s been great to read your kind and encouraging comments this month. I enjoy reading your poems, too.
Sensory details in the mundane! What a great video. I mean, I can imagine this, the old boot meeting the can…I can see it.
Sometimes we, as poets, forget about the treasures within the mundane. Thank you for this thought provoking poem!
Many thanks, E.E.
Yeah, every now and then I do enjoy a good pause to think about the less memorable moments. Thank you so much for your kind words. It’s been wonderful to read and write alongside you and all the PoMo folks this month!