That man
near the van
said “invention,
is rare after all”
My God!
know its odd,
but there’s a thing
that I need to ask
billion
civilians
n’trillion things
– inventions exist
I then
ask again
really? is
invention so rare?
For sure!
It’s couture,
each one and all
have things they concoct
someone
made the bun
other ice-cream
one created farm
A star
who made car,
then someone trained
and it flew like plane
someone
telephone,
one made mobile,
quantum computers!
Oh God!
tell me why?
there isn’t a thing
whose maker am “I”?
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I read your poem. 😊 As you start from the incidence then you put the logic questions and disaffirm the man’s claim, it gives a sound deal. I like the most as then in the next part you make an “enumeration”, a bit similarly to the Ancient Greek epics, though in a short frame. Your structure is interesting: if we consider the pronunciation, the line 1 is composed of 1 spondse or trochee, the line 2 is built of the so-called cretaic, the line 3 uses trochees, and the last line is built of a spondse and a creatic metrical feet. This unique rhythm directs the reader straight to the end. And the closing question tells us, readers of some despair. Anyway, only for myself, I felt the strophes as if I saw tiny pyramids. It was fascinating for me. I like and enjoyed your poem.❤️😊
Thank you so much!
Your words are so encouraging. It feels so good when even one person understand the structure you try to create through the poem (the use of syllables and meter). 🙂