A Few Notes on A Feeding Frenzy
The retail store immediately behind the waste recycling plant was
scheduled to close for the very last time at
seventeen hundred hours, after trading for over seventy five
whole years, serving our local community ..
The liquidation sale was well and truly underway when we both
arrived in our old flatbed pickup trucks ..
Everything and I do mean absolutely everything was up for grabs
marked less than half price and flying
off tired old shelves faster than a spiny tailed swift high on speed ..
Then the vultures arrived en-masse circling
and swooping on the carelessly discarded and likewise scattered prey
and for a moment back then, I felt just like one of them
so sick to my teeth, that I turned right around and I left empty handed ..
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Neville (
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I know this feeling very well. Your poem revolves around the themes of consumerism, loss, and moral conflict. It captures the experience of witnessing a retail store's liquidation sale, emphasizing the frenzy of shoppers as they rush to obtain discounted items.
It was like a battlefield .. I had to be a deserter & head straight back home .. Cheers F .. N
A carcass in the field picked by vultures is not a very appetizing sight. Nicely written Neville it is sad to watch what was a noble beast fall prey to modern predators. Well written my friend
Write answer .. many thanks my friend .. I'm glad you could see it my way .. Neville
You are most welcome Neville
Good write N.
I am not usually a moaner but sheeeesh
Neville, what a sharp and painfully observant poem this is. The retail liquidation becomes something much larger here...a portrait of appetite, decay, and the uneasy realization of how quickly sentiment gets consumed once scarcity enters the room. The vulture imagery is especially effective because the speaker recognizes themselves within it for a moment before rejecting it. That final image of leaving empty handed carries real moral and emotional weight. Excellent write, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I'm so very lucky T .. I need only drive home & its a different world and mentality .. Some folk have to live next door .. even so, I can't forget its there .. and feel so sorry for em .. Cheers by the way .. Neville 🖤🐈⬛🐦⬛🏴⬛⚫◼️◾▪️...
A piece of advice my dear old Dad left me which I was not forced to reject in the light of later experience, was: “A bargain is only a bargain if you really needed the purchase in the first place”.
I paid a very brief visit to a cheap n cheerful outlet for the lower end of the rag trade. While passing, I popped in out of curiosity. Among the frenzied throng I walked briefly on a thick carpet of clothing presumably selected and swiftly discarded. A five (maybe four) minute visit was quite enough.
You enabled me to relate that story, and it is a relief to spit it out, Neville.
Your Dad n mine would've got on like a house on fire I reckon .. & am glad to be of service Dave .. Ta for turning up n taking part, it wouldn't be the same without ya .. Neville
Completely understood Neville, we are lucky to not have to feed like thatg.
Andy
Too write mate .. I near got indigestion again just typing about it .. Neville
There’s a sharp honesty in this—like watching the end of something familiar and realizing you don’t want to feed on what’s left of it.
And that walk away empty-handed says more about you than anything on those stripped shelves ever could.
I'll take it & not only that, I'm honoured Thomas .. honest .. Neville
such a vivid and true depiction of what happens at such sales - i can well understand why one would not like to be part of the vulture pack....
Thanks for seeing it my way and the thumbs up Nafisa .. Neville 😎🌻
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