By Igor Goldkind
Brown Paper Bag, Matt Edward, flickr, cc by 2.0
PAPER BAG
I am a paper bag, I am.
I’m not the smart one,
I’m not the successful one
I’m not the tall one who always won and
Then died.
I am a paper bag.
I’m only as good as what I can carry.
I am a paper bag,
I’m not plastic, not I.
I am paper: rough, brown and thin
I’m not waterproof, you know.
And I can’t hold any liquids or gases within.
I only have room for the stuff that really matters,
You know.
I’m a paper bag.
I’m only as good as what I can carry.
I am a paper bag.
Wrinkled and used and often abused
Thrown on the floor.
Buried deep inside your drawers.
I am a paper bag.
Who sometimes falls apart
Because I’m only as good as what I can carry.
Native San Diegan Igor Goldkind is an author, educator and producer of advanced media technology innovations. At the age of 14, Goldkind served as a volunteer Science Fiction Coordinator for the now wildly popular San Diego Comic Con. It was in this capacity that he met Ray Bradbury, whom he asked for advice about becoming a writer. In 2015, his project IS SHE AVAILABLE? published by Chameleon broke ground in combining Poetry, Comics, Jazz and Animation. His imminent short story collection THE VILLAGE OF LIGHT based in the genre of Speculative Realism is to be published this year as well as his first novel entitled simply, PLAGUE.
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Nice metaphor-let’s see more.
I liked this, too. Simple, complex, beautiful…
Thank you both for your kind words. I write in a vaccum somewhere in outerspace and then drop it into Earth’s atmsophere hoping it eventually lands somewhere where outer space makes inner sense. If either are you interested in reading more of my work, please subscribe to my sketch book @. http://igorgoldkind.wordpress.com
I also have a FB page for my book Is She Available? If you look it up on FB by it’s name.
Thanks again.
Poetry is better than prayer because you don’t have to pretend someone is listening. (I said that ;~)
Metaphoringly it makes me feel like that brownbag, strong and proud but limited and humble. I like it cause it can reach the multi-generational
imagination coconut, thats an accomplishment )
Coconuts? Coconuts? It’s about paper bags not coconuts! ;~)
Seriously, thank you; that’s high praise coming from a maestro such as yourself.
And you hit it on the nose, I want you to feel like a paper bag; brown is beautiful and we are all fragile as rough paper.
Gracias, amigo.
Simple, sad beauty. I like it. Almost with a musical rhythm. Very nice work.
Thanks for giving voice to the experience of bag-dom. You make it simple, familiar, raw, and very human. Moving – nicely done.
“Who would fardels bear…?” We know now!
To bee or not to bee.
To sting or not to sting.
Pray thee, what would a fardel of stories bring?
;~)
A well-set smorgasbord: the plate’s the thing
Wherein to catch the cates the brown bags bring!