Mark R Slaughter

Soul In Machine - Poem by Mark R Slaughter

Rhythmic thrum, the chanting clue:
Cycling hums
And driving drums -
But has it a soul?

Spinning cogs give living sense:
Finely cast
To ever last -
But has it a soul?

Glaring cables channel life:
Finely laid,
From copper made -
But has it a soul?

Sparkling lights in random tune:
Border screens
In busy greens -
But has it a soul?

Now switch is thrown - machine to dawn,
Commencing mantra -
Raison d'etre:

Seducing -

Makes music and dance,
Unleashing its charms.
Creators are honoured:
She's bearing her soul.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

Comments about Soul In Machine by Mark R Slaughter

  • Gold Star - 36,928 Points * Sunprincess * (9/7/2012 1:52:00 PM)

    Interesting write but I am sure there is no soul in machine... :) (Report) Reply

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  • Silver Star - 4,112 Points Diane Hine (5/9/2012 7:46:00 AM)

    Terrific poem! and a very perplexing question. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie Nicholas Spandrel [Enjoys Writing Poetry] (1/30/2009 11:48:00 AM)

    Cool poem
    please read my poems i'm new at this; please rate them and leave a comment (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 29, 2009

Poem Edited: Monday, April 16, 2012

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