Containers – A Poem

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Seldom discarded, though its contents may be

Garbage containers; consumption’s menagerie.

A closing argument, a collecting broomstick gallery,

Jettisoned artifacts; tales of modernity’s treasury.

Evidential remnants, like cross-examined witnesses,

That will testify of us, in antiquity’s papyrus sunglasses.

Published by Suzette Benjamin

Positive thinker, inspirational, writer, faith

26 thoughts on “Containers – A Poem

  1. A dustbin, all the dusted and done can evoke or be the muse for such defining thoughts. It’s like saying if trees could speak they would say….’welcome Suzette we’ve been waiting for you, take off your sunglasses, here is the papyrus, where is your pen’

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    1. A fabulous interpretation, my friend. I love your take on the imagery of dustbins. Brilliant…absolutely…brilliant. πŸ‘πŸ‘Thank you for your usual discerning reply and delightful poetry. Cheers.πŸ™πŸ˜Š

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