“A poem is a small or large machine made out of words.” -William Carlos Williams
life is a mighty machine raging forward
the delays and pauses are unnumbered
the rush, the hurried moments
the vacant smiles of passing strangers-
man is a clever machine always moving
thoughts and emotions are prevalent
the glee, the overwhelming joy
the sadness and anger of an average life
a poem is a small or large machine
taking life’s words and repositioning
the emotions, the troubling feelings
someone’s private thoughts and situations
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