I am an armature in a field that no one cares about
Not even poets read poetry, no one even reads anymore
I speak in a whisper to a deaf world, too busy to listen
Eyes too blind to see, hearts too hard to feel
Words fall on skin of metal and glass, nerves of wire
Mechanical brains programed to see and hear static
Connoisseurs of plastic garbage, gourmets of gluttony
Eating the grain of media held in pens of expectations
Kobe beef massaged and full go happily to the slaughter
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Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi don't be buying too much of that Kobe beef now my friend it is rather expensive
I feed it to KP if it's out of date. lol.
No! Don't let it go out of date it costs around $500.00 per pound
I'm charmed by this because your soul is everywhere on this poem, we have the same thoughts today although your talents are far greater in creative poetry than mine, always humbled and most truly honoured to take away something I've read, putting it in my little pocket of reflection and inspiration. My dear sorrenbarret thank you. 🌹
Thank you my dear friend but comparing oneself with another poet is like comparing oneself with another friend we are all different but the same none worth more or less than another. I so appreciate your words of support and encouragement have a most wonderful New Year
I knew you would say this, but I mean it from the bottom of my heart, thank you for always being here, teaching me, not just how to write beautiful poetry but also sharing your wisdom. We are all the same but different 💜
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