Licking at crumbs

Licking at crumbs

A Poem by Beccy


You know them well, those
tamed and well trained city pups.
The dunners and yappers
replete in pinstripe and penury;
the high polish of their John Lobbs,
scattering the pigeons
pecking at scraps.

It's like a conveyor belt,
stiff armed, shoulder bowed,
heads like nodding dogs,
coming and going in servitude,
as from the dark the dragon roars,
beckoning with it's open doors.

Often, as is the city's wont, it rains, 
and the black, bobbing cloud that snaps 
to attention seems impenetrable 
when viewed from the high tables
on the thirtieth floor; though on 
careful inspection, there are gaps,
a scattering of crumbs.

Sometimes, the sun shines through;
when it does, there are those who 
glean an understanding of how a man
can enjoy the soil trapped beneath 
cracked and weathered fingernails;
how he can trace each precious little
seed 
to its final, wind blown rest. 

Mostly though, 'it's just the way it is,' 
they say, not really understanding 
the synergy between balance 
sheet and an affair of the heart. 
The thrill of each new day becoming 
lost to the limits of stagnated imagination,
in the same way as limitless possibilities
become caught in the intractable web of 
unexplored destiny.

And thus, pleasantly and presentably 
seated, almost nobody looks around.
Instead, dunning and yapping in concert,
they lap at crumbs of comfort that
fall from those higher tables; 
Time caught, as child and avarice collide 
across horizons infinitely wide;
whilst back and forth the profits stream, 
just out of reach, as in a dream.

© 2017 Beccy



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The unending conveyor belt of corporate minions and mainstream, mundane muppets, continue to fill big cities as the wheels of industry ever trundle onwards, so increasing the wealth of the already wealthy!

So happy to have left the rat race, nice one Beccy!

Posted 1 Month Ago


A well written 'philosophical' poem. I like the metaphor of 'crumbs'. I alos like the references to 'nodding dogs', and ''the soil trapped beneath weathered fingernails.' I enjoyed reading this poem.

Posted 3 Months Ago


The "teeming masses" have never been so poetically and lyrically defined. Thank you for this good and, (for me, a neophyte to poetry) educational read.

Posted 3 Months Ago


Jam full of detailed and pertinant observations. The lives we are living, the purile wishes we have. I love the irony here in this complex but equally erudite and lovely piece about what we could be and what we are.

Posted 3 Months Ago


I enjoyed your words and thoughts dear friend.
"Mostly though, 'it's just the way it is,'
they say, not really understanding
the synergy between balance
sheet and an affair of the heart.
The thrill of each new day becoming
lost to the limits of stagnated imagination,
in the same way as limitless possibilities
become caught in the intractable web of
unexplored destiny.
Mostly though, 'it's just the way it is,' they say, not really understanding the synergy between balance sheet and an affair of the heart. The thrill of each new day becoming lost to the limits of stagnated imagination, in the same way as limitless possibilities become caught in the intractable web of unexplored destiny."
The above stood out tome. People been tamed-down. Fear the unknown. If we don't tempt life and be fearless. What do we become? I enjoyed this one. Made me think this early morning.
Coyote

Posted 3 Months Ago


a lovely transition of contrasting colours on working life. well written, love the imagery.

Posted 4 Months Ago


Loved it esp the last four lines. What a dance we lead. And in truth it is not much better on the outside. The way the country now is gives cause for despair. The tillers do not get dirt under their nails. Their tractors are air conditioned and work on GPS. There are zero weeds in their fields, zero insects, zero birds and zero hares. But a lot of profit. We cannot carry on like this for too much longer and if we do the crack when it comes will be all the worse.

Posted 4 Months Ago


I have seen the builders and the road-repair guys look longingly at the suits in Winter daydreaming of hot radiators and coffee-machines and I have seen the stuffed shirts scoffing a wrap as they look upon the outdoors workers in Summer with envy.
Its like perch and bream hating while the Pike grows fat.
Very evocative imagery Beccy. Good write. :)


Posted 6 Months Ago


Just had to come back for a second read.
Licking at crumbs indeed. That is the lot of most of us, and I have to confess I have on occasion dunned and yapped with the best of them.

This makes we wish I had not!

T

Posted 6 Months Ago


Brilliant! Sad but brilliant! Frighteningly well observed, Beccy, and portrayed with great imagery and phrasing. I like the thread of pecking at crumbs, the whole being grateful for small benefits. The conscious subjugation of personal dreams. This reads as though you're pretty familiar with the world about which you write so insightfully. I say this because I knew this world pretty well, and I could accuse you of stereotyping and oversimplification, either of the strata or complexities in this world, or of the mentality and regard for their work of the employees, but actually you deftly allow for chinks and variations and poeple's ability to think and feel. And in some ways the conscious and aware acquiescence of the dunners is sadder than unknowing unthinking blind followership. 'Mostly it's just the way it is' seems to me to acknowledge that some of these folk go home to sculpt or sing arias or win squash championships or mentor at a chess group or whatever. And 'not really understanding' speaks volumes that these folk aren't unthinking - they may strive to understand and suspect the BS that comes from those who manage them, but at the end of the day, they're paid, they're comfortable, then they go home and live their life between 6pm and midnight; work-to-live etc.

Your phrasing, choice of words, flow and pacing, and overall picture, are all, I'd say, of the highest quality. It's a black world you describe with only the odd grain of hope, so I can't exactly say I 'enjoyed' reading it; but actually it was so good that truthfully I did!

Great job!
Nigel



Posted 7 Months Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom



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