Industrial

A poet is like a machine
transforming heartbreak into verse
and sadness
and excitement
and hope
In go all the feelings
out come words
on paper, on screen
like beads on a string
more like life-lines
preventing the whole knitted fabric
of our reality
from unraveling.

A poet is not a machine
you may feed it the same raw materials
still the outcome may not be the same
a sidelong, furtive glance
would inspire sonnets one evening
and a full blown passionate kiss
won't even be worth a mention
in passing
another morning.

A poet is like a machine
It won't produce anything
if you don't feed anything to it
and will break if you overload it.
It won't get bored doing the same thing
over and over again
even though it chafes and grinds
and wears out it's bearings.

A poet is not a machine
Eventually it will get sick of
writing about the same thing...