My name is Jamie Lee Hamann and I started sharing poetry articles back in 2013. Every year I share a poem a day in April.
The mechanics of a faulty machine
can hinder proper operating flow
will cause the gears to slip and move too slow
an error causes regression to mean.
A fear the machinery will just stop
and moments will stand still when the gears seize
this stop in motion will no longer please,
into dusty corners a broken top.
Some days we need a trusty mechanic,
a labor of patience to make things run,
the mechanics of a faulty machine.
This cell, though proven to be galvanic,
erodes these precious parts one by one
to find itself no longer in routine.
Elemental design of line curving
to use the proper equation to curve
into the unknown where the shapes unnerve
a time when thoughts of mine were unswerving,
So time seems to cause wear upon these parts
these pieces prepared to fit within the whole
with time each turn carries a hefty toll
to give illusion of many false starts.
So time has come to embrace the tangent
to see the complexity of the bend
when used to form a circle or a sphere.
Even though wear and tear is not absent
the smallest scratch does not mean its the end
but the beginning of the end I fear.
The hum created by the frequency
remains after I leave the room silent
a sound that always seems to be vibrant
within the soundless void of vacancy.
These machine noises we will hear each day,
our lives, from birth until our hearing stops
when sounds will reach the gulf of ear then drop
into the background never far away.
Our lives are run by these machines, their hums
within our minds with every choice we make
their gears are the gears of passing time.
Whether living on the hill or in the slums
when things go faulty it is hard to fake
ability to hold a rope and climb.