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 out from the tunnel a dragon roars,
beckoning with it's open jaws.

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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Beccy, I haven't been around here for a while, but I'm very happy to read your strong and poignant writing. Thoroughly enjoyable and thought provoking. Thank you.

Posted 3 Days Ago


This is a vivid looping reel of film, showing how the rat race looks & feels. Your descriptions are so interestingly unique, yet recognizable. Love the way you show the choices & payoffs & sacrifices as a necessary evil built into this seeming addiction to success. Even tho this is stated with an unrelenting harshness, there's also a note of sympathy between the lines & we end up feeling sorry for these automatons. (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 1 Week Ago


Not a single strand of altruism from those dunners and yappers huh? Material greed seems to be as addictive as it is unfulfilling. This is the first poem of yours I've read and I'm already a fan.

Posted 1 Week Ago


not to be read quickly ...love the title and the metaphors with crumbs and gleaning .. the view from the streets to the heights ..all clouded with fog and rain..the dreary hangs heavy ..love the empathy towards the middle class ...a struggle in any country ...love the admonition against avarice...when its added to ones ambition it destroys ...love the language .. had to look up "John Lobbs" so am comforted that i must not be a snob ;))) strong work Beccy!
E.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


As much a hamster wheel as a at race Norman. I go out while I was ahead and still understood the things that really mattered.

Beccy.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


Born in London, worked in London, it took an enforced retirement to move to the coast away from the rat race. Here I learned to write, paint, read and enjoy the pleasure of "normality". Your poem made me realise what I once accepted accepted, but now never miss.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


More disillusioned I seem to recall CD. I quit the city soon afterwards, left it to the dunners and yappers, most of whom had never opened a book of poetry in their lives. :))

Beccy.

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


CD Campbell

3 Weeks Ago

Right. The hustlers. People can really suck it.
Very angry. I like it. Can you still read this to yourself and remember what you were feeling when you wrote it some time ago? Can you still conjure the anger? You can still impress with your vocabulary and passion. Glad to see you haven't quit. CD

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


wow - yeah - lapping at crumbs - there are many who live like this - what a shame they have not yet awakened to all the possibilities - I love the view from my own perch - looking hard I note the changes - its a good thing :)

great word - thought provoking nice one

Posted 4 Weeks Ago



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Beccy
Beccy

Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom



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