When Machines Mend
photo by Rob Hanson
Forgetting, over hours
Details under interrogating fluoresence
When machines mend
This antique Elizabethport Singer
Will bind sturdy seams again
Holes in ripped jeans
An old weblos patch
Then I’ll pay the pub a visit
Talking over 2 buck drafts
Pouring to home; a smile basks
Planning new tapestries
The artist tips his frosty glass
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When Machines Mend reading…
The above poem was written for One Stop Poetry’s Sunday Picture Prompt Challenge. Rob Hanson took the fantastic HDR photo. Today he is interviewed over at One Stop Poetry.
Dustus Blog 
June 5, 2011 at 12:41 am
Like it. Very down to earth. It’s the voice, it seems so very real…a relateable scene for any man that loves his work. And it certainly sounds like my preferred way of doing it – knocking off for a drink and getting right back to it! Heh. There’s dedication and personality in this. Quite enjoyable my friend.
June 5, 2011 at 12:50 am
Great interview today, Chris!
June 5, 2011 at 2:02 am
Nicely, nicely done. Loved the comforting feel of it and very imaginative!
June 5, 2011 at 2:02 am
Nicely, nicely done. Loved the comforting feel of it and very imaginative!
June 5, 2011 at 3:06 am
Another good one!
June 5, 2011 at 3:21 am
‘Pouring to home; a smile basks’
Fitting end to a fitting day – love the warmth and reliability – the essence of the voice – great poem.
June 5, 2011 at 3:28 am
i can feel the sense of accomplishment in this.that cold frosty drink is a reward well deserved!
June 5, 2011 at 4:26 am
Great feel to this one adam, of intricacy and simplicity both, and I especially like the detail that makes the photo three dimensional and real, the weblos patch, the two buck draft, and the phrases where the words are collaborating perfectly–“interrogating flourescence” and “pouring to home”–an enjoyable and well-crafted piece, full of life.
June 5, 2011 at 4:39 am
Love the poem and the audio Adam – he mindlessly does his work with perfection looking forward to his 2 buck draft – lovely !! Steve
June 5, 2011 at 5:13 am
You have made me thirsty for that first summer beer.
June 5, 2011 at 5:52 am
very nice adam. your words are smooth and playful as is your character…sounds like a cool guy to hang around with. you got the skilz when it comes to word play as well…
June 5, 2011 at 6:35 am
What a celebration of the artisan, and his dying art of turning raw materials into something serviceable and beautiful.
June 5, 2011 at 6:55 am
..will bind sturdy seams again..isn’t it so cool if our work is to make things whole again…love the atmosphere of devoted craftsmanship you paint adam
June 5, 2011 at 7:11 am
It’s lovely, Adam, with a kind of smile and wistfulness about it, with that smile basking and “planning new tapestries.”
June 5, 2011 at 8:37 am
The artist tips his frosty glass…love the ending Dustus
June 5, 2011 at 10:47 am
Adam,
I loved the flow to your poem, especially at the end. It was a nice touch bringing the artistic sense to the work being done. Thank you for sharing.
~Corbie Sinclair
June 5, 2011 at 1:01 pm
Adam, nicely done. The ending was perfect.
June 5, 2011 at 2:01 pm
Very fine poem in response to visual prompt…it drew a complete scene of life.
June 5, 2011 at 2:10 pm
Great response to the photo…I like how you keyed into the old Singer and named it; and the line, “Pouring to home; a smile bask” is fabulous. Nice write, indeed ~
June 5, 2011 at 2:55 pm
beautifully crafted Adam ~ couldn’t resist popping in ~ the art of this craftsman ~ lost in his work ~ hours pass ~ and I can just feel the cold wet on the outside of his glass ~ with grease etched lined hands ~ a much deserved quench after a job well done ~ so comforting and satisfying ~ as ever Adam ~ Lib
June 5, 2011 at 3:06 pm
Very nice Dustus…the tipping of the frost..what a thoughtful ending with the mind in a land of tapestries and promises of more…bkm
June 5, 2011 at 3:27 pm
Can feel and hear that old singer whirring – what a gr8 piece of nostalgia Adam
Hope all is going well amigo – miss ya
June 5, 2011 at 3:40 pm
I hate machines but I do like your poem! 🙂
June 5, 2011 at 3:57 pm
Hey Dustus good to see you on the links again…really enjoyed this piece “Pouring to home; a smile basks” beautiful words! ~ Rose
June 5, 2011 at 7:10 pm
love this adam– beautiful compression and music– one of your best. xxj
June 5, 2011 at 8:08 pm
I like how you keyed into details of the photo (the flourescent light, sewing machine) that many missed and drew attention to them. You crafted a comforting, lovely story of a craftsman here. Really enjoyed it.
June 6, 2011 at 3:33 am
Enjoyed the rhythm – I could actually hear a sewing machine at work as I read.
June 6, 2011 at 11:38 am
“… interrogating fluoresence
When machines mend…”
…and the vivid images along with the solid rhymes make this, for me, another outstanding work from you, Adam! I love the reality that leaps out of the image and how in the end, indeed, we know we cannot really tel which is which. Thanks again!
June 6, 2011 at 6:48 pm
This is a great train of thought Adam.
I like how your poetry always gets me thinking
June 7, 2011 at 12:19 am
“Planning new tapestries”…. Oh, I like that a lot!