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Factory 3
by Richard VinceThe hands are silent now
Gone, to find life to hold
Cold metal is dormant memory
Until Monday morning
When the Sun shines in tired eyes
Again
But the cogs still turn
With every second
The silence is cut, bleeding
No eyes see
No eyes recall
Only time knows
Time cannot ignore
The continual rising and setting
Movement that never slows
Never takes the day off
Will not hesitate
Even when the windows close
And all around is silence
Secrets are never kept
By disloyal glass
But ignorance can hide anything 04/13/2001 Posted on 03/29/2004
Copyright © 2025 Richard Vince
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 03/29/04 at 10:03 PM Wow that last stanza is just...WOW. I'm going to start quoting you with that! I'm guessing there's Factory 1 & 2 which I shall go read... |
| Posted by Rula Shin on 03/29/04 at 10:19 PM Ok I can't find the Factory 1 or 2 so I'll continue...this factory seems a dreary place (reminds me of the beginning of "Joe and the Volcanoe" with Tom Hanks) though this poem is (by far) highly meaningful in comparison to that movie. Still the drudgery is apparent here as is the mindless, numbing, endless "continual rising and setting Movement...of cold metal". TIME in this poem is huge it seems - inside the factory is a living entity - ever present life, ongoing and relentless...I'm not quite sure how to fit in the final stanza in with this interpretation though. The final stanza speaks to me more of the dynamics between the workers...I'd like to know the creative thinking that went on behind this piece...it me think and I like that very much. Nice job! :-) Hope I didn't butcher your meaning too much! |
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