A Poem by Carol Cashes

Very rough, written very fast




Where did you come from?

And you there--who are you?

Did you ride in on the wind

from a far-away bayou?


Did you cling to that sound--

That furious howl?

Or drag sullenly along

on the ground with a scowl


I don’t recognize you--

Your bark, your leaves,

I suspect that you’re foreign

And that place formed your weave


Of veins and strange patterns

Of unfamiliar bark

Did you have any choice

of where you’d last park?


I’m sorry to tell you

That you cannot stay.

I have enough foliage

My landscape--done my way!


So don’t fight the rake

As it pulls you in

A great giant pile

For the roadside bin


I hate mixing you in with the trash

But get over it!  Make room!

Make peace with your Maker

That bin is your tomb.



© 2017 Carol Cashes

Author's Note

Carol Cashes
Popped into my head, through my fingers to the keyboard. Very primitive, much like the nature's litter

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Nice. Amazing what gets blown into the yard.

Posted 1 Year Ago

saying it's time to throw out the trash and f*****g keep it out I like this poem my dear

Posted 1 Year Ago

Clever and entertaining--allowing you to blow off a little understandable steam.
Your "primitive" appears quite polished.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Spontaneous poems are sometimes the best. This one was obviously heart-felt. How dare that foliage litter stay in your garden! You dealt with it like a true trooper!

Posted 1 Year Ago

I remember cleaning up after Katrina. I feel your pain. Best of luck to you.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Do you not hire people to clean the yard.
I lost my trampoline. Didn't by any chance drop in your yard, did it. The main thing is. You kicked a*s and survived.

Posted 1 Year Ago

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1 Year Ago

You're a diamond.
Mig h t have popped into your head but so finel. P lus a touch of smile here too., clevrl y written. A grand metphor for all that rapin g and pillaging.

We have Storm Brian here.. kn ocking the door. remnan ts of the hu rricans and fires in Spain, Po
Portu gal. Not nice but n ot an y where near as elewhere . Hope y ou've ke pt safe.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Lmao... I have missed you, Carol...! What an ingenious attempt at bottling the storm... Poetry has always been best used in conjunction with taming massive elemental beasts... This is common knowledge...

Posted 1 Year Ago

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I love that you've managed to describe something as mundane and normal as raking up a yard in such a poetic way. This has a really nice flow to it and your form is strong and consistent. Your rhyme scheme is unwavering and never feels forced. I especially like your closing, it's a very strong ending to the poem.

Posted 1 Year Ago

Hi Carol! So glad just foliage litter. Nicely written rant at Mr. Nate for coming and messing up your yard with his alien droppings. Lovely form, flow and rhyme. That should teach him a thing or two about trying to mess with you! Ha! Be careful of your back when raking and hope you and yours have a good, peaceful night.:):)

Posted 1 Year Ago

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Added on October 9, 2017
Last Updated on October 9, 2017
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Carol Cashes
Carol Cashes

Biloxi, MS

I'm very cynical, jaded, just this side of bitter and the only reason I haven't crossed that line is a good man loves me. I am extremely empathetic, but seldom sympathetic. I can be a ferociously lo.. more..


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