Clockwork - 9/6/2017

Clockwork - 9/6/2017

A Poem by Stormy Wright

People rule the land.  planting, building, destruction.

We are always moving, every constructed street corner, to every embedded greenery.

the streets of suburbs to a simple, quiet coffee shop.  People are moving as We speak.

movement of an average middle-class man, full of sloth and distastefulness of converse and repetitive music.

loud forestry to a lumber yard.  a hardy woman wearing plaid shrugs at the amount of work that is put in front of her.  even as nature grows, We must keep up with it.

People don’t understand.  even Myself.

We don’t stop.  We keep going until our greed and ambitions are fulfilled, until We, are fulfilled.

when day is near to an end and people are at rest.  We are still moving.

Dreams soar through the restless night.

Searching for light and vibrancy of a new.

People never stop.

© 2017 Stormy Wright

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people do what they think are right. people can be kind but they also can be monstrous

Posted 3 Years Ago

If you're not making moves your are standing still and to do that is to feel like a moments been lost and wasted. Or so it would seem the world's view. I am finding the more I stop and look around me and see, really see, the more I am content. Nice thought provoking poem!

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on September 6, 2017
Last Updated on September 7, 2017
Tags: poetry, people, movement, reflection


Stormy Wright
Stormy Wright

Jacksonville, FL