The auctioneer coughs twice,
clears his throat,
and begins to sell a life.
What was carefully put together,
begins to come undone.
Few notice the old farmer
pressed against the wall.
“Annie’s dishes,” he says,
“Annie’s dishes are gone.”
The auctioneer coughs twice,
clears his throat,
and begins to sell a life.
What was carefully put together,
begins to come undone.
Few notice the old farmer
pressed against the wall.
“Annie’s dishes,” he says,
“Annie’s dishes are gone.”
Joan Smart
oh how sad but true, written well with the truth…
Dorothy Venter
This poem brought tears to my eyes.
margo
So simply, and yet so poignant. You are a crafter of words Jing.
Nicole Wells
Lovely
Anni Morris
Really like the way you wrote this…yes it is amazing and sad how people’s lives can just be dismissed by the flikering of a eye…or hammer in this case.
olawunmi
How devastating it must be to lose loved ones, even if those ‘loved ones’ are old chipped dishes and bent fork!... it is indeed sellng a life… Beautiful piece, goes right to the heart of the trauma of losing for one and the cruel irony of getting for another. would love to read more of your work!
lynauklet
Well done. This really stands out to me from a lot of the other writing on here.
Leon Walker
Very nice.
Natella2020
Simple and very sweet.
Jonathan Hende...
Great poem.
Mary Campbell
Your sensitivty to the plight of those less fortunate. It reflects the sadness many are feeling today as they watch their life disappear under the auctionaires gavel.
silvercircles
Love these heartbreakingly beautiful words!
Jing3011 replied
Thank you. I do find auctions heartbreaking in general.