Entry - MAG Poetry Prize 2010

Frantic

by Kevin Corcoran

As I sit here by the window
Madness unfolds below
People rushing here and there
With endless places to go.
Furious fingers typing all around
Music silenced in the ear that no one else can hear
Friends more concerned with friends elsewhere
Sidekicks look on in silent despair.
The need to be at everything
Not to miss a hand
Improving social images
White skin a little tanned.
People know part of everything
They know nothing well
Addiction to useless information
Brains confined to a computer cell.
The grass and flowers are left alone
While the ants find their way around the unchartered zone
The pressures and deadlines come and go
While the people strive and desire to know
What satisfaction will ever come
After the dust but before the drum.
Acquired knowledge in the end is null
In just one second becomes so dull
To cure disease or cut the grass
Whichever roads and tests we pass
What satisfaction will ever come
After the dust but before the drum.

Added: 26.03.2010

Judges' comments on this poem

06.05.2010

I love "music silenced in the ear" - a great description for earphones!

07.05.2010

Conveys a frantic pace very well.

07.05.2010

nice to read a poem that rhymes some briliant lines clever too

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