Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Exposure

I’m here in my aquarium
just waiting to be seen
a glassine sanitarium
within the mean machine
and deep inside my cranium
the gears begin to keen
impatient to be truly free
from this menagerie.

5 comments:

Donna said...

You have done it again. I had to read it a few times to myself, developing the image more and more with each pass. Exposure, in an aquarium, like it. But am I allowed to ask what the 'within the mean machine' means? I keep thinking, but I'm not getting that part. I hope this isn't a "duh" when I get it! I hate embarrassing myself when I don't see the obvious.

rch said...

Well Donna, 'The machine' is a recurring theme in my poetry usually referring to the corporate clans we all must work for but sometimes it can also be this over-mechanized society we live in. In this poem it alludes to both ;^)

Anonymous said...

Except "glassine" is more of a waxed paper than it is aquarium-like.

I can certainly appreciate your thoughts behind the poetry - but I have a really hard time, like, I get "stuck" when a word is used that doesn't make sense to me.

rch said...

well I rarely do this preferring to let the poem say what it will but:

1- workplace walls are paper thin

2- the figurative walls people erect are seldom as transparent as others would like

hope that helps 8^D

thanks for reading and commenting.

Donna said...

Thanks! Now it's become much more transparent to me! :}
It was a little bit of a duh moment for me, but I'm okay!