Sunday, May 18, 2014

a forgotten past


in the regency era-
they with alabaster skin
ask for bread.
such graphic images,
with plastic smiles-
we observe the chaos.

a force, not a disaster,
follows people, even into the mines,
within the minds.

"falling from that altitude will result in incognimity,
but for now let us serve you better"

23 comments:

barbara_y said...

Yep. That waitress is a force, too.

Jae Rose said...

I would imagine those men that perished in the mines yesterday did as generations before..somethings do not change with time

Sherry Blue Sky said...

The "plastic smiles" - such a good description!

Midnight scribbles said...

I smiled through this. Then read it again! Well written!

Hamish Gunn said...

Wonderful lines and a delicate step to the past.

Charleen said...

Your poem sighs as I read it. Very nice.

humbird said...

It's up to us to let the force enter our minds. ~ good use of words.

Truedessa said...

into the mines of the minds..a lot is said in those words..nicely done.

only human said...

Excellent.

oldegg said...

Each of us thinks our world is a close(d) circle until we discover that we are the smallest of cogs in a huge machine being driven along unaware...even that the clock is ticking. So insightful as usual.

Namrata said...

I was clueless and totally at lost when I saw that picture at first but still you got them distilled into so beautiful poem...hats off to you. You are a great poet.

Sumana Roy said...

nice lines...

Vandana Sharma said...

Lovely!!everything is plastic these days.....you are right even the smiles too

ccchampagne said...

Simply beautiful, and such a lovely way to handle both prompts!

Tess Kincaid said...

A lovely combining of prompts...

Cait O'Connor said...

the mines within the minds, I like that.

LuAnn Braley said...

I have not made a great effort to read much poetry of late, much like I had not read much (outside of classwork and to/for/with my children) until I discovered online 'reading challenges'. As that spurred me on to more reading, so will your poem put poetry back on my radar.

Stormcat Poetry said...

Rather enjoying imagining the ore from mining a mind and the subsequent purification requirements. . .

Björn Rudberg said...

Those mines we go into.. some find gems, other dig for coal..

Belva Rae Staples said...

The mines within the minds is an intriguing line!

Rizthy V said...

with plastic smiles .. yeap, it is very deep for me..
beatiful poem, sis..

Satya RS said...

"Plastic smiles" stays...
Good one!

Rhissanna said...

I love the plastic smiles. What a lovely phrase and how well it suits this situation; a false veneer over everything wearing the alabaster skin.