Trolley - 5 Minute Freewrite Day 196 [Eng/Ita]
has squeaky wheels, rickety
on broken pins,
weighs of compressed projects
stratified as schists, fossilized.
The now aching wrist
for kickbacks and stairs
where to carry it at full weight, breathless.
The lock a reddish block,
the rust of disappointments.
The keys in the bottom of an unknown drawer
or slip into the grating of a manhole somewhere.
The trolley of dreams, inseparable
like a bum at the station from his bags in the cart.
Pauses made of imaginary openings,
paths made of vague sweating.
To forget it in some station, in some airport
to give him his five minutes of fame
among the anti-terrorism alarms.
Who is afraid of an old abandoned trolley full of unfulfilled dreams?
Could they explode?
Perhaps I wish it.
[versione italiana]
Il trolley dei sogni
ha ruote cigolanti, traballanti
su perni sfondati,
pesa di progetti compressi
stratificati come scisti fossilizzati.
Il polso ormai dolorante
per i contraccolpi e le scale
dove portarlo di peso, senza fiato.
Il lucchetto un blocco rossastro,
la ruggine delle delusioni.
Le chiavi nel fondo di un ignoto cassetto
o scivolate nella grata di un tombino chissà dove.
Il trolley dei sogni, inseparabile
come un barbone alla stazione dai suoi sacchi nel carrello.
Pause fatte di aperture immaginarie,
percorsi fatti di sudate vagheggianti.
Dimenticarlo in qualche stazione, in qualche aeroporto
per donargli i suoi cinque minuti di notorietà
tra gli allarmi anti-terrorismo.
Chi ha paura di un vecchio trolley abbandonato
pieno di sogni irrealizzati?
Potrebbero esplodere?
Forse me lo auguro.
This post is part of the 5 Minute Freewrite Contest.
This is also done with The Most Dangerous Writing App and only a little editing for typos.
All images are my own unless otherwise cited.
Beautifully written poem. It surely does make you wonder what is going through peoples minds, or their luggage. Did they pack light, for a short break from life, or did they pack all they own, in search of a new beginning. Opening their bag, or the trolley, could lead to an overwhelming abundance of regret, depending on the situation.
Your comment is very thoughtful, thank you. I think that opening the trolley would be better than letting inside the dreams and the things left apart, until the pressure become intolerable
A very powerful poem you have here, how an abandoned trolley could house dreams.
I wish it not to explode but have all the dreams inside fulfilled
Perhaps they have to explode before they can be fulfilled ;)
Yes, from my point of view in understanding the poem, they have to explode.
Leave it to you to write about a suitcase in such a beautiful and thought-provoking manner! A closed item does have such mystery, and not always of fun. There is a world of possibility inside each. For most, a chance to do what they've wanted, see someone they've missed, or have a new beginning. Unfortunately though, there are the dreams of some to take away those of others.
Very insightful comment. There are twisted dreamers who do dreams of power and manipulation, but I want to believe that everyone has something good deep inside. People hurts when they feel hurt.
Thank you for the prompt 🐿️
I live in a country where maybe the suitcases literally look like cars full of dreams, @marcoriccardi. It is no secret that Venezuelans are leaving the country, hence their accumulated life and uncertain future promise in their luggage. Maybe airports are afraid of these cars, only the one who fills them knows that it fills them with hope, whether they are explosives or past lives. Bello da leggere. Un abbraccio a questo lungo venerdì. ;)
I'm very sad for the thoug times your beautiful country, Venezuela, is getting through. 😢
I think international politics are seriously undermining the sovereignty of the country.
I wish you all the best, and may this period be short. Un grande abbraccio! 🤗
This is so deeply filled with sensory imagery
and I read it over several times. I really enjoyed the contemplative trail of dreams.
Well crafted!
Thank you! I'm very happy you appreciated 😊
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Wow! An abandoned trolley of unfilled dreams and rusty disappointments is an awful thought when you put it that way. I sure don't want them to explode as in your amazing analogy. I hope to find the unforgotten key, and find them to release them, in a positive way. Some people sure do have severely sick and unimaginable dreams which turn into horrific nightmares. I pray that they are stopped.
Amazing poem Marco!
Yes, maybe my poems aren't so reassuring. It happens to me to have a twisted and uncomfortable poetic vein. When I write poems, it's very often about some dark thought...poetry for me it's not about Apollonian harmony, but Dionysian power. ;)
Great work Marco. You put me right there on our ride from Empoli to Firenze by those trains. 👍👍
Thank you Bruni. With the trolley in the pic I took hundreds of train rides all over the Italy and some plane fly to other Europe and South America's corners... I wish I can fly to the USA too, once in my life. ;)
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