The Object is Poetics ~ dVersePoets
Objectionable Meditations
If the object is designed
to focus flustered mind
and one is left thinking "plastic"
It would be safe to assume
the object has failed.
When mind quiet
turns to trend so that
it can be bought
to decorate patios and storefronts
then of course the mind...
can't help but wander.
When detachment is thought obtained
through going over limit
to own the next great rendering
of the quiet mind
then of course,
what was regarded as detachment
regurgitates itself
as more of the same
selfish, driven consumerism
that we frequent more so than Mass
yet our thinking minds
refuse to acknowledge as church
So we will bow
to the humble and all knowing
as we fool ourselves into thinking
we have stepped off
the great wheel of suffering
until the bill comes due.
If the object is designed
to focus flustered mind
and one is left thinking "plastic"
It would be safe to assume
the object has failed.
When mind quiet
turns to trend so that
it can be bought
to decorate patios and storefronts
then of course the mind...
can't help but wander.
When detachment is thought obtained
through going over limit
to own the next great rendering
of the quiet mind
then of course,
what was regarded as detachment
regurgitates itself
as more of the same
selfish, driven consumerism
that we frequent more so than Mass
yet our thinking minds
refuse to acknowledge as church
So we will bow
to the humble and all knowing
as we fool ourselves into thinking
we have stepped off
the great wheel of suffering
until the bill comes due.
This week, Mark Kerstetter is leading the charge at Poetics, where he is challenging us to regard an object, preferably from the natural world (who says my blue rooms not natural!) and to wait for the word that comes to mind. To see the object with utmost clarity, to capture its essence in language. That was my aim, and it is for you to decide if it was achieved. Come on over to dVerse and share with us an object from your own environment, and the poetry that was prompted.
Comments
we have stepped off
the great wheel of suffering
until the bill comes due...those last 4 lines pop it tight...our nice comfortable plastic lives...and debt...piling around our ears...
"If the object is designed
to focus flustered mind
and one is left thinking "plastic"
It would be safe to assume
the object has failed.
When mind quiet
turns to trend so that
it can be bought"
the great wheel of suffering
until the bill comes due."
Oh, wow, you nailed this! Quite an unexpected culture-break you give me today, pulling me willingly into some cool, deep stuff here. ... Now back to football! LOL Thank you sincerely, though, this poem is wonderful.
I liked the lithe liquid dharma of your words which were whispers of form held in the visage of an archetype