Monday, June 06, 2011

clogs and wheels

Photo Credit: Rob Hanson














such a familiar place
to be surrounded by machines
in a basement
or an attic
I endure the heat
the humidity
all these obsolete machines
you don't find them any more
damp air feels sweet
I taste it, only thing I can taste
in the nothingness of being

"come morning, all will be a plain field
no house, no attic, no me,
a ghostly presence. beware thoughts..
I come only on certain nights"

18 comments:

Fiducia said...

You've used both prompts very well...Nicely worded! I liked the last 4 verses even better, nice!!

Whitesnake said...

cheap labour in India huh.......

A Daft Scots Lass said...

slave labour!

jaerose said...

'you are what you do repeatedly' so it is said..however 'your' mind and dreams still churn away inside like a little machine to help 'you' escape the basement..Jae

Lilibeth said...

A vivid picture that fades so mistily away.

Monika said...

Mystical. You actually start pouring your own imagination to further see the tale of the mysterious man.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

I wasn't expecting that ending at all. Good job!

Jarvis said...

This place sounds awful and yet the character loves it.

teric said...

Such an interesting point of view. Very effective.

Jingle said...

apt words.
blessings.
keep inspiring.

Anonymous said...

I like it when people see the beauty in fuctional things

mindlovemisery said...

That last stanza is really haunting the whole poem such a feeling I really like this

Amanda Moore said...

I loved the title and the poem is very engaging!

Jessica Prescott said...

a haunting quality, but like a friendly ghost who only wants to continue tinkering with his toys

beccagivens said...

nicely done ...

Anna said...

Love how this ends, nicely done.

Victoria said...

Haunting, the memories and the negation in the morning. This one I want to read repeatedly, and will.

Mike Patrick said...

Maybe we do remain in familiar surroundings after death. Why would we leave that which we know?