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Device
by Anne Di BaguetteToday 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 © 2025 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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