i
On the street corner
used and discarded needles,
broken bottles too.
The downtrodden neglected,
Mother Teresa long dead.

ii
Bottled up feelings
like a Molotov cocktail,
stuffed and volatile.
When circumstances throw him,
he’ll blow his top like Etna.

iii
Bottle tipped over,
red wine stained white tablecloth.
Lipstick on glass rim,
her perfume scent still lingered.
The filthy slut betrayed him.

iv
Glass milk jug bottles,
Wonder Bread pb and js,
Father Knows Best, Roy Rogers,
saddle shoes and bobby sox.
My fifties and sixties life.

Written for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today, Grace asks us to write about bottles.

The Tanka form is a 5 line poem with the following syllabic content in each line: 5-7-5-7-7

Roy Rogers and Father Knows Best were very popular tv shows in the 1950s. Roy Rogers vied for viewers with Gene Autry and also the Lone Ranger.
We always got glass milk jugs from the grocer….no such thing as waxed cardboard containers in those days. Wonder Bread is a spongey white bread, still sold in groceries today. Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on Wonder Bread were always in my tin Lone Ranger lunch box!