Sally Plumb Plumb

Silver Star - 3,523 Points (23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Killing Time - Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Suddenly, I'm old.
My bones, slaked with cold,
jangle with the sound
of rubbing in my ears.
Tears don't come easy.

The teasing street wind
whistles without favour,
and I am slow.

Taking refuge in Tesco,
talking to widow women,
likened with the situation....
their shopping trolleys
half full of expense and need,
I pause....

Freed from time
we kill it
with our jargon.

Comments about Killing Time by Sally Plumb Plumb

  • Valerie Dohren (9/23/2013 11:02:00 AM)

    I'm with you in the Tesco queue now Sally - very poignant. (Report) Reply

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  • Khairul Ahsan (9/23/2013 5:07:00 AM)

    'Freed from time
    we kill it
    with our jargon.'
    Words told from deep perception! Loved these lines.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, September 23, 2013

Poem Edited: Monday, September 23, 2013

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