It seemed like only yesterday

It seemed like only yesterday

A Poem by Beccy

An old man passed me in the high street,
he was uneven in both gait and expression.
I gazed steadfastly at the dress in the window,
guiltily unwilling to add a further burden
to an already overburdened there and now.

The price to pay seemed reasonable,
and I thought that perhaps some childish
hour had come again; a young girl poised
on the cusp; but I could sense a hesitation
behind me as desire vied with compassion.

It darkened then, a typically November 
caprice, and instantly the price tag became
as though it had no principle at all. 
So I turned, but just a little too late;
He was gone, leaving an imprint that 
will remain as indelible as his winter. 

© 2017 Beccy

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It darkened then, a typically November
caprice, and instantly the price tag became
as though it had no principle at all.

I totally loved this part. Kind of an emotional read, enjoyed reading this.

Posted 1 Month Ago

Ah, November Caprice.. the first stanza is stand-alone, sets everything up perfectly. A fine original reflection of how time, life, does pass as capriciously as the seasons. Very good write.

Posted 2 Months Ago

All we have are moments and they are fleeting.generosity overcomes temptation
But too late. Enjoyable to read. Well written

Posted 2 Months Ago

WOW! This is very powerful. I had to read it twice to get the full impact. I very much admire the way you juxtapose the ideas of looking beyond some present humanity & being engrossed in superficiality -- a universal struggle painted into everyday terms. Your details are well-selected to convey this thought-provoking message (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

Posted 2 Months Ago

Age doth not withereth us.. it enhances even when thoughtfully innocent, giving, sharing. Beccy, your words are shared, the moral is filtering our thoughts, your words are more than.. .. .. insert your own secret beautiful word. Thank you, sweet friend.

Posted 2 Months Ago

Only a great soul could have written this; only the pure of heart possess such insight.
An admirable creation!

Posted 2 Months Ago

A moment from living perfectly in memory and wonderfully brought into the light with all its concomitant emotions and experiences.

Posted 2 Months Ago

I do the same thing at intersections with panhandlers. I want to give, but the light turns green and its time to move on. It reminds me of how thin that line of morality is and how that "right" decision seems to always come to late. It hurts because we always desire to be that good person.
It is a really good poem. Easy to follow, easy to absorb. Intelligent wording without being high brow. An emotional quandary I can appreciate. CD

Posted 2 Months Ago

this is so deep...that moment we surrender to the idea that having everything we want is not as important as having just what we need...and giving to others so that they have what they need.

can't put a price tag on life.

Posted 3 Months Ago

Like Dickinson's poems we enter your poems knowing there is a different more "meaningful" meaning other than your will to write them. And also like Dickinson, you fashioned events into ropes that you climbed the edifice of in search of such desired truths. Winter is the price we pay for Autumn just as spring time is the bargained for price tag that winter leaves on our loneliness's / fascinating.
Through a childs eyes, there is no real seasons. The irony here being that (like Emily) the child notices value but not the cold..So simply stated but so true./ beautiful writing...dana

Posted 3 Months Ago

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Northampton, Northamptonshire, United Kingdom

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