07 April 2013

Distraction


Bring them shiny things.
Cut colored rocks like diamonds.
Call them facets
And give them fancy names.
Add an analog dial.
Make it big round retro.
Diagnose it.
Make it the absolute best,
Pound for pound.
Just don’t ignore it.


Well, look at that. Day 7. Submitted for Poets United's Poetry Pantry.

5 comments:

  1. Hmmm, I am a bit confused. I am trying to figure out who the 'them' in the first line is. And diagnose what? And ignore what? I think some specific words would help clarify the meaning for the reader.

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    1. I see "them" as people that want material things for no practical purpose. I see people buying things when they don't even know what they are.

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  2. That's how you make a watch, right? And in a way, that's how you build a life, at least within the framework of your poem. I liked it. Well penned.

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    1. A watch? OK. I had in mind, a gauge on a car.

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  3. Don't want to not comment. I was here and I pondered. But I don't have anything that I want to say.

    Well other than: keep writing!

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