Oranges

Gary Edward Geraci

Body only, if so, the soul has been hacked,

What am I but a wired-up robot?

With actions and responses preprogrammed,

Predictable? pushed out in a row boat,

 

Down a straight, concrete lined channel

Used to irrigate trees of oranges,

I raise the oar that wets my sleeve of flannel,

My watch strikes noon and I pray the Angelus.

 

Gary Edward Geraci

  • Author: Gary Edward Geraci (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 18th, 2022 19:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: Having fun with a couple eye rhymes.
  • Category: Spiritual
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Comments1

  • Doggerel Dave

    I hope you don't do that too often, Gary. Gives me a headache.🙂
    "Angelus" was easy - discovered it a prayer, so that covered the Spiritual.
    But 'eye rhymes' was new, and that lead me, via "The Great Vowel Shift", down one of the far too many virtual rabbit holes - a wearying but compulsive process....think I need a nap, now...



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