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Speculative: circa dated
Piece inspired by George Orwell's novel, 1984
The contagious clock ticks around and around
burrowing its slow seconds into my consciousness
sleep falling upwards
in flashing pictures of boredom
framed by the longitude and latitude
of my surroundings
The books no longer light up
the dark recesses of my indifference
skeleton trees ceasing to flower
the fruits of their imaginations
scattered across the barren ground
like fragments of bone
their original forms long forgotten
untended by history
© Indie Adams 2014
The contagious clock ticks around and around
burrowing its slow seconds into my consciousness
sleep falling upwards
in flashing pictures of boredom
framed by the longitude and latitude
of my surroundings
The books no longer light up
the dark recesses of my indifference
skeleton trees ceasing to flower
the fruits of their imaginations
scattered across the barren ground
like fragments of bone
their original forms long forgotten
untended by history
© Indie Adams 2014
Published 25th Jan 2014
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25th Jan 2014 3:33am
separation. from old desires that no longer exist. books; a passion for nature; lovers, maybe. & so we make our own prisons...
25th Jan 2014 11:02am
Very true. I like that :) Thank you John for stopping by and leaving your thoughts.
Peace, Indie
Peace, Indie
25th Jan 2014 4:56am
what an irony that the "fruits of [your] imagination" have beautifully colored despair in such poetic stokes that the "the dark recesses of my indifference", and perhaps your own, while not bursting in rose petal-ed honeymoon, seem much less alone in merely being voiced
25th Jan 2014 11:03am
Thank you very much Semaj, for your thoughtful comment :) much appreciated.
Peace, Indie
Peace, Indie
25th Jan 2014 7:50am
I re-read this a couple of years ago, and remembered how every time I read it, I dread the ending.
Wonderful capture of that feeling of dread which invades the narrative, Indie. Nice touch with the theme of time, which was a major one in the novel - everything regimented by schedule, yet every day the same...
Wonderful capture of that feeling of dread which invades the narrative, Indie. Nice touch with the theme of time, which was a major one in the novel - everything regimented by schedule, yet every day the same...
25th Jan 2014 11:05am
I only recently read 1984 for the first time, and while I fell in love with the book, the ending left a bitter taste in my mouth. The complete loss of humanity. It's scary to speculate a world where we could be stripped of the very things that make us essentially human.
Peace, Indie
Peace, Indie
25th Jan 2014 1:21pm
well-wrought
impression/tribute
to Mr.O
as St.George(Carlin) said not too long before he went to heaven, "Life is worth losing" -- a great example of paradoxymoronality----oh, yeah!
bravo, kid
25th Jan 2014 4:57pm
