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A Poem by Ookpik
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I spend a lot of my time with both eyes open
Trying to absorb some hidden message within the cogs and gears that compose this world.
As if in understanding the cogs I might better understand the machine
Although, I am no engineer and the message if there really is any at all
Eludes me every time.
In this world there is so much to see
Too much in fact.
So much so that I often find myself drifting in it all
Less so the observer
And more the pebble being pushed along a stream.
The more I’m pushed the less I seem to care
And am eventually caught in some apathetic disdainful state of despair
That I imagine those living in this world’s biggest cities succumb to every day.
But my god within this stream amongst the pebbles and rocks
Being bumped along just like me
Are nuggets of gold, rubies, and sapphires
That make the current even just for a few moments
Shine with all the colors of the stars.
I don’t know if there’s a message in that
After all Precious Stones don’t just fall into existence
And yet there they are
In all of their solemn brilliance
In all of their color
They creep along the river bed just as I do.
What I wouldn’t give to shine like them
To shed my rocky and confused exterior
Like a crab from his exoskeleton.
I can only hope that if I were to emerge from that
My own color might begin to seep through
And so I toughen and shed
Toughen and shed
All the while keeping both eyes open
Not so to understand the current or the stream
Or to catch sight of my own color
But because people like that
Make me feel like I’m waking
From some never ending dream
And for just that instant
The stars no longer seem
like cogs spinning
within the machine.

© 2018 Ookpik


Author's Note

Ookpik
Wrote this tonight after a few cans of Guinness

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I like the metaphor and I absolutely agree with the sentiment. Without those precious stones of people this would be just a machine rapidly grinding itself to destruction. The precious stones make it a world that goes around. Lovely write. Thanks for sharing Ookpik.

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ookpik

7 Years Ago

Glad you liked it :)
It takes time in order to truly understand what colors we are, but it's always okay if we seem unsure. A powerful write here and might I ask, what are cogs? As you've mentioned in your poem, it seemed to throw me off a bit through the beginning as you referred to them...I also really enjoyed the format, it really helped bring this together!

Posted 7 Years Ago


I loved this! Apart from it giving me a deep sense of wonder within the world, it also made me remember those things about the world I wondered before.
I like the words you chose for this poem - creative as always. Good job! :)

Posted 7 Years Ago


Ookpik

7 Years Ago

Hey thank you, I was inspired by some of your work when organizing the format, thank you for the rev.. read more
thaleeyaLuna

7 Years Ago

Really? Wow, that's awesome. :)
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