Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Retail maelstrom

products flying off the shelves
heaped and overflowing wire carts
wheels crooked and out of line
dragging bits of caught string
crowded aisles men and women
sweating in their winter coats
children crying uncomfortably
wanting drinks or Elmo or a nap
lines of customers backed up
shuffling impatiently or worse
lobbing insults and grim looks
elbowing for place among the carts
cash register tape flying out
landing in cascading spiraling pools
of white paper tinged purple with ink
plastic packaging and plastic bags
hanging heavy and cutting into fingers
slow moving hordes shouldering
through electronically surveyed doorways
out into the sudden brisk winter air
out into sun setting rosy hued over pavement
over rows and rows of cars
embraced by the bare black arms
of a small tree
a single star
shines flawless
white
on
indigo


Inspired by Sara and written for the word of the day, maelstrom, both at Poem of the Day.

4 Comments:

Blogger Stranger Ken said...

The poem leads us first in one direction - my impression was of Christmas shopping madness - and then reminds us of something quite different. The concluding image is perfect.

11/22/2005 2:15 PM  
Blogger leslee said...

Heh, I thought of Christmas shopping madness, too. Then I thought, no, it's the usual grocery story madness if you shop at peak time. Lovely to wind it down at the end to... perhaps looking up in the night sky to see a solitary star. Sudden stillness. Very nice.

11/22/2005 2:51 PM  
Blogger Dale said...

:-)

11/23/2005 10:59 AM  
Blogger garnet david said...

Excellent! A maelstrom of vivid words. With a quiet, clear, glimmer of hope at the end.

11/23/2005 11:07 PM  

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