Hymn of Apparatus

Nicholas Browning

Unblemished white turns to grey

Sinking further into cement,

As a tiny lantern; a cigarette flame

Alights your steel pavilion,

Aluminum walls confine you -

Thoughts in the mind divide you,

Knowing well the silence will never come;

By the hand of a clock you'll be undone.

  • Author: Nicholas Browning (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 28th, 2021 05:52
  • Comment from author about the poem: From the perspective of sitting inside of a smoking booth while some man-made machine kills the quiet. Sheesh.
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  • Lorna

    Oh peace shattered..... I know the feeling......

  • Paul Bell

    This is like the atomic bomb going off, and the guy going into his pocket bringing out a cigar, slowly lighting it, then wondering if he's covered for major catastrophises.

    • Nicholas Browning

      Riding the same wave just a different surfboard. I like it!

    • Violet bluebell( used to be yellow rose)

      Makes me think of someone who feels trapped , and kind of overwhelmed in the mind , maybe ? Something interfering in your state of peace and calm ?

      Interesting way with words here

      • Nicholas Browning

        There's always something interfering, even it's me tripping myself up lol. Thanks for the compliment πŸ˜›

      • orchidee

        As you replied: Death awaits - when I sing! heehee. A bad hair day then?

        • Nicholas Browning

          It's always a bad hair day with me around!

        • spilleronsheet

          It surely is a masterpiece
          You really have way with your words
          It seems as if somebody was captivated by the rules of society that caged him until the soul freed up by the time
          When nothing could cage his soul inside
          Such overwhelming emotions pour
          That peace seems luxury now

          • Nicholas Browning

            It is my personal belief that we all try to obtain freedom in captivity. Thank you for the kind compliment, I would like to think my way with words serves its purpose in the minds of others, and you guys help relieve the worry that comes with it. Thank you, Spill. Peace is a luxury no person alive can ever afford, it finds us when we need it most, and by the time we notice it, it's gone.

            • spilleronsheet

              Sure it is
              Freedom a word of great men
              Earned and left by great men
              Yet we in our pleasures kept it playing outside
              Childhood passed
              Now we don’t know where freedom lies

            • Garth Rakumakoe

              Wizardry. Mystique. Urban legend like almost even. Dark figures in trench coats at night kinda stuff. Appearing to disappear and reappear. Maybe it's just me and my over-active imagination, lol. I think "dope" is the word hey. Well done brother.

              • Nicholas Browning

                I'll take "Dope" any day... hey wait a minute that sounds kinda bad doesn't it? xD
                Thanks for the compliment Garth, that overactive imagination threw in a view I hadn't thought of and it was quite nice. A wizard is never late, nor is he early. he arrives precisely when he means to.

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