Born of an era of tools & machines,
Is this the last remaining part?
A pop rivet represents all my dreams,
an emotion, which tears me apart.
A chrome steel stem, an alloy cap,
a sign of this forgotten race;
a mere token or souvenir to recall
as a tear rolls down my face.
Once shining with its silver coat,
just waiting patiently for a need;
now scratched, scored and useless
seems such a lonely figure indeed.
Although the cold empty factory,
sent chills right down my spine;
decades of memories disappeared,
a significant part of it was mine.
This is appropriate to keep a rivet,
as a reminder of those days,
of manufacturing and fixing things,
so my memories will not haze.
But why this, I ask, with a wry smile;
not a spanner or halve rounded file?
Well it reminds me of a life once lived,
discarded and swept up in life’s pile.
Collecting life’s material items,
corrupts and sways our leaning;
dry those tears, release my fears,
my life has found new meaning.
God has a plan for each and every one,
that each of us should follow;
My time has come to cut these chains,
a past life, I must now swallow.
By combining Poetry into a photograph you get POETPICS or PHOTOPOETRY.
A phrase of philosophy integrated into a photograph = PHILOETRY
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