Poem -
infecter votre esprit
SKIM ME
GLANCE
WITHOUT
ABSORBING
NONSENSE
LIKE
A DRY
1980'S VIDEO GAME
2020 TECHNOLOGY
provides
A better
Stimulus
While
Old school
Is disregarded
Within the
Mind
Weakness
Secretes
The senses
As creativity
Is replaced
By pre arranged
thoughts
Prepackaged
Foods
Are served
At every chain
Restaurant
Convenience
Trumps
Over
Brilliance
Our taste buds
Our literary
Intelligence
Are no
Longer
Our own
As we are
Grouped
As cattle
Into a
Controlled
Pasture
I myself
Though
Choose
To run
From
The herd
I want
My own
Fate....
Ps
After I get a control sample of how many reads without responses I get from this work, my poem itself will come more to life...
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Comments
Ah my friend, to be a part of "The Machine" does make it difficult indeed...... to control one's own fate...... in fact, in using the cattle metaphor, it may be even better to be one of "The Knockers" within that machinery.... another fine and thought-provoking piece...... Poetic Food For Thought..... The Best Kind!!... in my most humble opinion!!.......ALL STARS!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!...... well penned G!!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!......T xo. : )
Both you Tony and Jeremy are examples of stragglers from the herd. We March differently, we react. The other 30 plus readers that have read this poem are part of my group sample. They ironically are the herd.
An interesting poetic experiment, nice!
That is what poetry is all about -- we control what we write, (well, sometimes), then, if we are lucky others will be moved by the poem. I think people cry when they read my poetry. But your poem was very unique and begs the question: why not stir from the pact. I like to think of this community as one very large herd of animals of all types communicating and understanding each individual (styles & language). Your poem got my wheels spinning. Thanks for sharing your poem.
Cheers,
Katina
Katina
thank you for walking away from the herd! I am wanting to stir readers. Good bad indifferent responses are welcome. We are now at 78 reads and only 4 responses. This means 74 moo moos out there
Update
4 responses and 102 moos moos.
I'm still laughing, good stuff as always.
I'm smiling, breathing out inadequacies and self - doubt to inhale new thoughts, new thought patterns and the unknown, however frightening it is to dream... maybe the act of doing the dreaming... is the achievement. Never reaching your desired goal (totally) but getting part of the way, then celebrating each small milestone along the path of a completed task. Whatever that may be.
I don't know what I'm writing this morning, but if feels good to write something. There were months at a stretch that I couldn't find any words to begin with, they were smothered by life's challenges, closed off away from inspiration. Today, there is hope, and a good dictionary which I rely heavily upon.
Enjoy your day.
You continue to inspire me to write.