One person can love a machine? I did.
Gears...they've rhythmic moves.
Dark brown colour, gives the papers to press
Ever same moves carefree.
One guy nearby, such standing
Makes it control with his hand.
Machine is working honestly non-stop.
It's a press machine.
I watched it with wondered eyes,
spelled me that spectre.
In the dark evening near the shop,
Machine is working like a carefree snob.
I was watching but in other hand
Worried tripping my eyes around;
People who sees me can think about me, crazy.
Like eternal, rhythmic moves.
Can it turn a people? Can be a miracle?
If I love it enough level...
I was going there almost every day.
More and more I tied it.
My spirit slowly turned to the machine.
One day in the dusk, one guy in the park.
He was watching me with evil looks.
I went away inside a pain.
Can it turn a people, if I give it my soul?
Many days I didn't go there.
I couldn't.
But machine still in my brain.
Finally I decided to see it again.
Around of earlier there's a large building land.
Trashes, stuff that doesn't work anymore.
My God, there's machine!
No way, no...such a silent, static.
Somebody had broken it or naturally it was broken
I don't know.
Then I understood that I was a miserable romantic.
But that is real that It never says a lie.
As if for a moment
I saw a movement;
Over it a few drops
Does it cry?
My God, can I bring it back with my pray?
After a few minutes rain got speed.
Hopeless I left it.
Machine
Leila Cankaya
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 09/14/2020
Poet's note: Platonic love''.
One woman loves a machine...day to day, she feels it, like a human...she dreams about it, it would turn to the human,...if she love it, enough...But one day , her dreams ruin.he finds it as broken in a large building land...a few drops she sees on machine, but what's that, couldn't be sure....tears?or rain? Because the rain had begun already.
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Poem topics: away, crazy, evil, never, pain, rain, romantic, work, evening, pray, soul, real, moment, eternal, person, brown, brain, spirit, bring, silent, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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