Droned to Death

incessantly trudging

wordlessly enduring

tearless cries of mechanized man

 

once upon this manufactured life

somewhere back in time

we sparkled with verve

took drinks from enthusiasm’s waters and

ate from animation’s plate

while we grew our spirit in gumption’s forest

 

stolen moments from those times

are all that remain

just long enough to remind us

that passion is not produced on an assembly line

and love does not march in automation’s parade

Reviews

[Daniel Eckert]

Absolutely fantastic. This is a great piece!

[rubie]

Thank you! I appreciate your comments!

[Sarah Ramsbottom]

life has this way of pounding away and making us lose that dream.

[rubie]

Indeed it does. So we must be ever vigilant not to lose those qualities that make us unique. Thanks for the comment. Much appreciated.

[timothygalexander]

Is this resignation with age? A trend of society today? selling out so to speak?

[rubie]

It's whatever you perceive it to be. It will "say" different things to each reader. For me, it's a bit of a rant against the disappearance of certain qualities that make us human beings.

[rubie]

Thank you for stopping by to read my poem. Much appreciated!!

[Dean]

It certainly does not! Thank you for remembering, and thank you for this protest!

[rubie]

Thanks for reading my work and for the comment, Dean. And I think that humanity's safe, as long as it doesn't!!

[Jon Roggie]

Ode to a day of thinking AND creating. Glimpse of memories that most have forgotten. Nice!

[rubie]

Thank you for the comments, and for reading my work!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the second stanza is amazing..what colorful metaphors and "animation"


that time is gone...some of us still have that passion but no where to land it.

jacob

[rubie]

Thank you for your comments. I always appreciate your feedback. This is an older piece, and oddly enough, I was going to revamp and rework it, but decided to leave it alone. Glad I did...