Modern Man By Modern Means

I belong to the stars,
and you belong to the sea.
Last song, final poem,
each letter of each word exhausted.

A time for quiet
for silence

Made of wool,
on a broken loom,
when words no longer move,
or prove-(anything),
and ceases to amuse(anyone),
My heart has truly been removed.

strangers on ladders
climbing up and down
never certain which.

I bound my heart to some logic
that was itself bound to wild horses
unbreakable or  unbroken energies,
running their own wild courses.

In the course of an hour, a day, or an age,
-all the moments that pass you laughing,
only atomic clocks note their passing.

Modern Man,
by modern means,
organic life become machine
my rose becomes utility
words, no longer set on paper,
to be born in such an age,
with heroes such as mine!!!

Count me among the savages,
and barbarians,
I shall have my books!

Have I come too late?
Have I arrived just in time?

Once,
having the strength, and confidence of ten men,
I did challenge each star, as if each were a senator.

Have I come too late?
Have I arrived just in time?

Reviews

[Harmony-Lee]

I like this.
Sucks me in, reread, reread, forms questions in my mind.
Well done

[Vito]

This write flows easily and was a pleasure to read. Thank you for sharing these personal feelings with us.

[Mary Bosworth]

I love this piece, and it's deep message. I am so glad I saw it and read it. This is very profound

[Deepwater]

I enjoyed this piece, it was very strong keep writing

[Patrick]

This is very unique, and so creative. I don't understand each line, but it makes me think, which is very good!

[Lauriegirl]

This has some nice parts and great imagery

[Susan Beth Horvath]

I was taken in with the very first lines. Beautiful wording and much emotion woven profoundly within this piece.

[Delmar Cooper]

Challenging in every way courage not bravado A drumbeat poem

[Malister Mikey]

great job I really enjoyed this poem.