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:
Yep. That waitress is a force, too.
I would imagine those men that perished in the mines yesterday did as generations before..somethings do not change with time
The "plastic smiles" - such a good description!
I smiled through this. Then read it again! Well written!
Wonderful lines and a delicate step to the past.
Your poem sighs as I read it. Very nice.
It's up to us to let the force enter our minds. ~ good use of words.
into the mines of the minds..a lot is said in those words..nicely done.
Excellent.
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.
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.
nice lines...
Lovely!!everything is plastic these days.....you are right even the smiles too
Simply beautiful, and such a lovely way to handle both prompts!
A lovely combining of prompts...
the mines within the minds, I like that.
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.
Rather enjoying imagining the ore from mining a mind and the subsequent purification requirements. . .
Those mines we go into.. some find gems, other dig for coal..
The mines within the minds is an intriguing line!
with plastic smiles .. yeap, it is very deep for me..
beatiful poem, sis..
"Plastic smiles" stays...
Good one!
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.
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