Written for dVerse – a 44 word poem including the word “bell”
Carpark Song
At carpark’s end a dumping ground: booster-seats, crushed lipstick, sunscreen tubes and the intimate ugliness of mattress stains. A hurricane fence segregates the oval where looming weeds exercise in green. And yet, nearby flagpoles chime rhythmically reminding me of bellbirds down childhood’s wild creek
Out of the Cave 
I have those kind of goal posts over the road here. It gets very windy here so they tend to sound deranged – I like that you can hear them as bellbirds. As for the rubbish – people can be so thoughtless sometimes!
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Yes litter really irks me. But I’d the dumps didn’t charge for dumping (perhaps if that was part of our taxes or rates or sonething) perhaps people wouldn’t feel the need to dump elsewhere for free.
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Maybe – some people have no idea though. I’ve seen people throw take away food containers out of their car even when there is a rubbish bin near by.
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True. Littering is different to dumping, I guess. Littering is pretty much my top pet peeve.
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Yes, it’s one of mine too.
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Lovely, particularly those looming weeds.
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Thanks!
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I like this very much; there is a creek bed not far from us with much of this detritus; you have succeeded in making a poem from it 🙂
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it reminds me of a Lee Miller photo of London during the blitz which one critic described as ‘poetic rubble’
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Ha ha. Good one.
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