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 farmerpressed against the wall.“Annie’s dishes,” he says, “Annie’s dishes are gone.”
auction dishes farm jing poem
oh how sad but true, written well with the truth…
This poem brought tears to my eyes.
So simply, and yet so poignant. You are a crafter of words Jing.
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.
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!
Well done. This really stands out to me from a lot of the other writing on here.
Simple and very sweet.
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