Free Verse: The Crying Brown Paper Bag

In this free verse poetry, “The Crying Brown Paper Bag.”

Being a teenager living in the countryside had its challenges, yellow buses didn’t just come to your doorstep, there was always a long walk to have the privilege of being picked up by the bus. My walk was 3/4 of a mile.

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Granted whether it rained or shined, hot or cold. It was my 3/4 of a mile. I enjoyed it, except for the bitter cold days. I was 16, and summer was almost upon us when I heard “the crying brown bag.” And this is my free verse poetry to tell my story in lines.

Free verse poetry: The Crying Brown Bag

Like a bee to a scented flower; I was drawn to it. An instinct as old as time itself: my first pings of mothering.

A brown paper bag. A cry for help. (A cry and not a bee.)

Country roads weren’t a place for innocence, and innocence without guidance, predators lurk. After many afternoons of walking three-quarters of a mile to get home, from being dropped off by the yellow bus. I knew they didn’t belong here.

The old pavement road was quiet that afternoon, and the cries for help echoed. Eyes wandered to the sound beating in my ear. To the brown paper bag alongside the road.

Cries rang out from brown the closer I approached. Kneeling down, I spread open the bag.

My heart melted there on the pavement, eight brown eyes as big as saucers peered up at me. Four tiger stripe felines meowing…I’m hungry and scared. They musta been no older than about 6 weeks of age.

I carried them home to my mother. She took one look at the bag and went straight to work putting together a home for four lucky kittens.

The once hungry and scared felines now have names; Harley, Nana, Baby, and Rascal.

Who in their right mind abandons 6 week old kittens, that day when I found that brown grocery bag with those kittens, I for the first time felt the cruelty of humanity. It left a sadden, sickening feeling in my gut, in my heart. Maybe it why I write, cause we can be these little kittens, abandon by society, our state, our family.

We really must stay in tune to humanity and care about our world, our animals, our children, nature itself.

©Linda J. Wolff 2017
| The Crying Brown Paper Bag|
An urban free verse poetry


What is a Free Verse Poetry? Typically patterned by speech rather than meter, this form of poetry is very open to the author’s discretion and usually does not rhyme. Visual and sound effects are often employed.  It can have as many lines as the writer wishes.


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He asked for a story about me, about losing something, about loss. In this free verse poetry, I lost a part of innocence, I saw love and hate hang from a wall inside a small chapel. I saw them slap GOD’S name on it to condone their rituals. It was wrong.

So I write this to you, Roderick Bates of Rat’s Ass Review.  I’m walking you through this horrific day through these lines.

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15 thoughts on “Free Verse: The Crying Brown Paper Bag

  1. This is an emotional piece. I felt what you did and it reminded me when some years ago, I remember as a child always hearing news reports of mothers leaving newborns on the side of the highway, or in dumpsters or garbage shoots. Sad. Despite this, I still am marveled at us as beings and have love for it all. Thank you for sharing.

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