Bucket
Life
Harvesting heaven
The key to all life on earth
Pulling it from the depths
Rhythm
Streets filled with beats
Drawn by the glorious cacophony
Instruments of change
Castles
Forming the earth
Into our image
Before the sea destroys it out of spite.
Waste
Collecting all our regrets
So we can place them out of sight
Nice and tidy
Death
Holding forgotten lists
Too many unfulfilled
Before it is kicked
@robyneggs was asking for themes for her weekly Poetry Dice 3000 contest. The conditions were that it had to be only one word. I always try to think of a random word to suggest thinking it would be kind of funny. Previously, I had suggested “potato” and “sock”. This time I suggested “bucket”. I know it’s probably not going to get picked, but thought I would challenge myself with it anyway. Of course I didn’t have the dice for image prompts, but I just went with what I was feeling.
If you think about it, buckets can (and have) save people’s lives. You need a bucket to retrieve water from wells, and maybe the skies. Have you ever seen street performers who turn plastic buckets into drum sets and fill the entire area with rhythm? We use buckets both concrete and abstract for all sorts of things. I have only mentioned a few here. What different perspectives do you pull from buckets? Please leave your comments below.
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