The Hood’s Stoop
I sat on the stoop in the hood~
While a white plastic grocery bag alone blew by~
In the chilly winter early morn~
Rolling away low on the broken, cracked sidewalk~
Like a tumbleweed in a ghost town~
It soon disappeared in the distance~
Further down multitudes of roads~
With mish mashed homesteads~
As I still sat cold and alone on the stoop~
Pondering various places~
The tumble bag visited.
By Lisa J. Warner AKA Lisa Luv
CopyRight1/30/2014@LisaLuvLLC
Comments
An interesting concept…could it simply be forgotten trash, the trash of society, or the trash that we all discard on a daily basis? Nice work, Lisa.
Enjoyed this! Thanks for reminding me of my stoop sitting days in NYC.
I was there Lisa....I saw you! Touching thoughts, brilliant write.
This reminds me of my childhood home. We saw the world from our front porch or stoop. Your share is touching.
Brilliant Lisa;voted up,shared and here's wishing you a great day.
Eddy.
Nicely written :) I sometimes enjoy my time wondering and dreaming seated like that ...
Amazing how a small amount of words can be so descriptive and conjure up an image. Well done.
Great poem, loved this one.
Love this! Reminds me of when I used to sit for hours with my family on our stoop!
Lisa Luv - just my kind of writing! This one caught my immediately - sometimes a picture tells a hundred words and the words did not disappoint either. Thank you.
That was awesome lisa! so simple and yet a second in someones life just pondering the world going by, wonderful! voted across!
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