"Brown Paper Bag" (For Lisa)
"Brown Paper Bag" (For Lisa) belongs to the following groups:
Just Brown, Safe Haven, Self as Other, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings and WMGI’m guessing that too many won’t comment,
and that’s ok. They don’t know me as a writer.
(And might be shocked at their own response.)
Maybe Mark…or Damien..might be lurking in the
shadows…wondering what the strange girl might
do next. And that’s alright. Even the strange girl is
wondering what she might do next!
Well, she will tell you.
There was once a paper bag.
A normal, brown, every day ordinary paper bag.
And from its own mouth came these words:
“I am brown.
Not uncommon. I am simple. Easily used, often abused.
Left out in the rain, I disintegrate, as if I’d never been.
I am here-but you can’t see me. You’d have to trip and fall
To discover me here, picking myself apart; pulling at the
Tape that branded me-when she got her new microwave.
She is like me. She has no name at all. But she smiled
As she tugged at the collar of her turtle neck trying to hide
What he’d left there. How easily she was branded. How simple
She had become…and how useless was that shiny new
Appliance that reflected that certain day, when she touched me.
Opening me up to a vacant nothing..
A vacant something.
I’d become what she’d accepted.
The finalization of the end of the song.
When there was nothing more..but the
Grace of the concerto.
The curtain call. The final act.
The paper rustled. The crisp collapse.
I am finished.
I was once…what she wanted me to be.
Old and new..all raveled up into one.
The last dance..
and so I sing.
Of what was once.
And shall never be again..
-B. Lindsey
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Paul Tupman
Wow! There analogies and then there are brilliant analogies! I’m lost for what to say after reading this over and over… all I can think is that even the plainest of paper bags can hold something wonderful within.
Lisa Jewell
You are a writer……I’m deeply moved by this piece…
These lines in particular are poignant…
“I’d become what she’d accepted.
The finalization of the end of the song.
When there was nothing more..but the
Grace of the concerto.”
Wonderful work, my friend…
Cvail73
Ahhh, but what a writer, your writting skills are matching your photo skills, shocking indeed :)))
latinluvleee
i think this piece is very moving, my dear.
cherylc1
Very powerful and moving!!!!!
Angel Perry
Brilliant! As beautiful as your pictures.
elisab
I have a brown paper bag on my living room floor. My cat loves to play in it. She plays, and she sleeps in it. And that makes me happy. Thank goodness for brown paper bags.
Wendy Slee
you have such a gift for writing that opens out slowly and beautifully, lures us in, and then hits like a sledgehammer with the reality that emerges! A powerful piece of writing dear Birgitta…...
markgb
This is such a moving piece B! A great metaphor.
I’ve read it a few times now and I’m sure I’ll come back to it later. Brilliant.
P.S. This may be a bit narcissistic, (or wishful thinking) but am I the Mark you were refering to?
JulsDesigns
Very power words !!! Well written !!
Marion Cullen
So, you write too? Man Girl, is there anything you can’t do well! lol
Blimey Birg, you never fail to blow me away. :-)
Christie Moses
This is completely AWESOME!!
Birgitta replied
Hey Christie, thank you!
I’m so out of shape. (with the pen, that is…heheh..)
The gal this is dedicated to, Lisa G, follow her link!
I can’t even put in to words what an amazing writer she is.
One can only gasp while reading her work.. (yes, she’s that good!)
Christie Moses
Oh I have read her work and she really is simply amazing :) I have her on my watchlist. You need to post and write more. YOu really have a gift for it. :)
Birgitta
Thanks! I keep meaning too. :-/
Hopefully soon.