In my dreams, the real comes alive
Deep within my gear-like mind
This factory forges my perceptions
Percieved of life by my six senses
With every product comes pollution
And other effects by pure delusion
But from the chimney, billows my words
And around it sits, these listening birds
They make no sound, in their sleep-like stand
For they lost their voices, cawing over land
All they do is sit and behold
The laboring gears, as they bear the cold
The factory is guarded, by heavy stone walls
Built from fear, and whatever may fall
From the moonlit sky, where the spiders crawl
From star to star, as they devour them all
Behind the walls, presides the cheif
A man whom seems, so filled with grief
For he himself is lost for words
As much as are, the listening birds
Beyond the gates are shallow graves,
Merry-go-rounds and carriageways
The vivid reminders of what he had
Insights to his mind, as but a young lad
On said terrace, drives mission men
Carrying the love, laughter and the yen
And in their carriages they do carry
Tablets that could keep, all the land merry
While pedaling through their endless drive
These men do write to stay alive
They scrawl their thoughts, in inks so bold
And shine in the sun, like lovely gold
From his tower, the cheif could see
All that light that came to be
Thus lit up the merry-go-rounds
That lay beyond, the factory grounds
The reflection twinkled, in his eyes,
And sparked a thought for which he’d die
His finger ran fast, throughout the night sky
But, alas, he couldn’t see why
Everyone needs some simple things
Even those, in the fighting ring
So in my dreams, I will dream
That the poor cheif finds, his special needs
Wow – what amazing imagery…I could picture this factory so well. Your poem reminds me of the artist LS Lowry’s work – if you’re not familiar, it would be worth taking a quick look as you will see what I mean!
A great poem! Thanks š
Chloe xx
Ps – I’m tired, so not sure if I mentioned that I’ve added you to my blogroll – “Circle of Friends
Am not familiar with LS Lowry. Although Lowry does sound very familiar. I will definitely check it out. Glad you liked this one. I’ve also added you to my blogroll š
Oh wow – thanks for the add! š
I think Lowry and LS Lowry must be one and the same…he lived quite locally to where I live in the UK…he was famous for painting the grim reality of inner cities/factories etc.
help spread kindness and love to a poet,
who has had her birthday on August 3, 2010.
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pollution is a nightmare, what a fun way to express your concern and dreams.
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Thanks for the kind words and support jingle. š