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Device

by Anne Di Baguette

Today I become machine. Gears
un-oiled, yet turning. No regrets
for what has been lost.
I function.
Tending to the voiceless present. Today
I am exactly what I do - only that.
I neither resent
nor celebrate what came before,
what follows after.
I do not pause. Today I function.

02/10/2011

Posted on 02/10/2011
Copyright © 2024 Anne Di Baguette

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by George Hoerner on 02/11/11 at 12:47 AM

Well for what it's worth, I like this piece and hope you write more.

Posted by Kara Hayostek on 03/08/12 at 03:28 PM

Good job on POTD...I really appreciate the monotony in this piece, I think I spent 6 years just functioning.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/09/12 at 10:40 PM

Excellent concept, to the point. I love poems that combine man with his/her own inventions.

Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 08/15/12 at 12:46 PM

It never occurred to me that machines were capable of penning odes as graceful and exquisite as this and which border on the divine.

Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/05/14 at 05:38 PM

Sitting at work, punching the keys on my computer and drafting and editing words to a document no one will read I came across this gem. Thank you, Anne, for putting it all into words that say it to a "tee."

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