Tuesday, July 5, 2016

Tuesday Poem: "No Time" by Andrew M. Bell


Photograph Copyright Andrew M. Bell

Daily, I seek social sustenance
in shops and supermarkets,
but they have no time for me,
shouting at my deafness,
impatient as I struggle
with my coins.
Returning home, frustrated,
having sought the waters of compassion
and come away thirsty.
My weatherboard house
where we laughed and loved
now echoes with loneliness
and the brick and tile
temples of Mammon
crowd it in as though
seeking to crush me
like a crab in my shell.
One day, bulldozers will bury me
because they have
no time.


2 comments:

  1. It feels very sad. Love the photo!

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  2. Thanks, Helen. I'm glad someone still looks in on my blog post-Tuesday Poem finishing.

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