KindOfATimeMachine

we steP
into the heart of the machine,
hammering metal &
a giant penDulum announces
time between the next jump
and– no– Wai t!– a

jester dances to the hour,
fate pulled in a scratCHed mess from
the fortune teller’s booth, half-
heart-edly secured
with bolts & pinS,

a ruffled rooster
Ttsshhrrgg– ignore– it– with
dry lips, i chew the
red pen, feet pressed bare to
cobble stone, thirteen hundred
plus a ranDom RevOlutionary–
‘all it Needs,’ you whisper,

sweat pearls wet
across your forehead, it’s just
weights and
leather straPs, skewed tightly in
entangled movement, it’s not
that

you can’t escape, Think–THINK!
ROtaTION, SpiNning wheels
craSHing from one level to the next while
smoke spreads in time-lapse mode, the
scent of grease, smeared on your hands,
i try to grab ’em, slip, you must– it
all– DEpEnds on–
the right moment you say, like–
it always does

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over at dVerse Charles Miller will be tending the MeetingTheBar bar and it’s getting kinda technological…ha..jump on your machine and join us at 3pm EST when the doors swing open..

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40 responses to “KindOfATimeMachine

  1. Clearly, one must be brave to enter and alter the process of time. I like this. It felt a little sci-fi and yet much of what you said applies to life – we must be brave to enter and alter that too.

  2. i love the mechanical feel and textures of this…the leather straps…the gears…mixed with a rooster..haha love the sound effect…and the bare feet on cobble stone….love it…i like he timing is everything element to this as well, true that…smiles….great piece claudia!

  3. Oh, I love this read 🙂 This kind of playing with words and letters and shapes Is riGht Up mY aLLey … purr … ^.^

  4. Reminds me of H G Wells Time Machine. How old fashioned it was but, what a fabulously entertaining read and movie. I love all the mechanics in this, and could almost hear it all whirring and clanging and doing stuff. Wonderful imagery all through this Claudia.

  5. This poem describes perfectly the wrestling going inside of me as I worked for days on which part of the critterly journey I wanted to introduce Lauren’s Cuddles character into and HOW! Did I ever sweat, strapped into that time machine of my own invention!

  6. Love the way you played around with the font, type and structure here, really did a great job and the verse is way beyond mechanical, very cool. Thanks Claudia

  7. A wonderful excursion into the mechanical heart of chaos; love the various ways words change up with odd capitalization; something you and Brian do so well-might try it myself one day soon. The poem reminds me of moments from Fritz Lang’s METROPOLIS; good stuff today.

  8. Great poem and love the structure .. almost as if a machine is trying to imitate our way of writing but not quite understanding the aspects of lower and upper case :o)

  9. As with many machines – this feels just on the edge of our control! It does all depend on the right moment–and especially when the gears are shifting. k.

  10. I think you’ve taken that Expressionist way of depicting reality and turned it to your advantage. You turn it into a moment for showing how escape from time may not be all that we hope it would. The terror in your words exhibit how much time has its claws in us, though that may not be such a bad thing, given how much it makes us who we are, beings of time as we are. I like that idea in relationship to the prompt, since machines promise us so much and yet when we begin to have it take part in our lives, things begin to go awry, way out of our control and in ways that we do not suspect.

  11. Hi Claudia. Your poem makes me feel like I have just gotten inside of the workings of some machine I have tried unsuccessfully to repair…right before I SCREAMED!

  12. I especially love this section:

    “sweat pearls wet
    across your forehead, it’s just
    weights and
    leather straPs, skewed tightly in
    entangled movement”

    And the scratched mess from the fortune teller’s booth. Isn’t THAT the truth?! 🙂

  13. Delightful.

    a giant penDulum announces
    time between the next jump
    and– no– Wai t!– a

    jester dances to the hour,

    promised that it would be – and it was.

  14. I loved the way you have described time in the mechanical sense…it is gripping and ticks us off!

  15. This has a very robotic rhythm to it–in a good way–that seems to mesh and clank out the words–works really well with the topic, and the descent to the final stanza is as terrifying and abrupt as jumping off a cliff into darkness. Excellent stuff, Claudia.

  16. we steP
    into the heart of the machine,
    hammering metal &
    a giant penDulum announces
    time between the next jump
    and– no– Wai t!– a

    Hi! Claudia…
    Tks, for sharing your very descriptive “techno”logy poem…I can almost sense Steam-punk gears churning…Lang’s “Metropolis” very futuristic in feel…Man/woman kind vs. Machine.
    deedee 🙂