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Tuesday, 17 January 2017

The artisan

The artisan is lost in space.
There is no way of showing grace
by being dust when being heap.
By manufacture all are cheap.

No use there is of knowledge of
the many cherished ways of love
when manufacture every need
will fill with cost-effective feed.

And so the poet has become
a figure rather bothersome,
insisting upon form and rhyme.
To those not judged that is a crime.

.·: † :·.
I have put a link to this post on the blog hop of "dVerse" | here.

7 comments:

  1. Excellent - the flow and balance are perfect, and the tribute, well, hits home.

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  2. I really enjoyed your well-crafted poem which mourns the loss of artisans and the onslaught of mass manufacture to fill demand for cheap goods. Luckily we still have artisans in some parts of the world that keep traditional crafts going, but they are rapidly disappearing. Soon the artisan will indeed be lost in space, which is why I'm joining a local traditional guild that is continuing a craft that was started here in the 12th century by Flemish weavers. I have to say that we poets enjoy being bothersome, especially when it comes to making our point!

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  3. PS Thank you so much for linking up, Anders, and hope to see you again at the Poets Pub soon.

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  4. Nice! I especially enjoy that last stanza. :D

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  5. Long time no see... there is always that sense that craft is on decline. In poetry and in manufacturing...

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