Barbara Attaway

Rookie (Beaumont, Texas, USA)

Verbal Algebra - Poem by Barbara Attaway

A beggar's tired voice
Rings out seeking pity

His cup rattles constantly
for a disjointed public's
coin alms

She strives to hold onto
her hard-earned green dollar
no time to dig deep
for a penny or dime

They rush through the day
meeting deadlines
not souplines-
thinking better of
throwing their money his way

A child nearby, takes this all in
wanting to try this new game
and though it cost her a shiney nickle
she won his toothless grin

With each coin of pity
given or received
aren't we all simply searching
for the equation-
and the solution-
to living

with mankind's failures

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Comments about Verbal Algebra by Barbara Attaway

  • Rookie Michael Pruchnicki (3/2/2008 12:15:00 PM)

    Nice work, Barbara! Leave a little for your readers to interpret and specify with concrete images. We can assume 'disjointed public's coin alms, ' so why not provide an image of one uncaring member of that disjointed public? Perhaps a harried housewife on her way to the grocery or a worried shopkeeper mentally juggling account books as he hurries to work? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 2, 2008

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 2, 2008


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