Hattie King Poet Free verse

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Skipping stones along a crumbling ground
How does it work with no one around?
If there is no one to read
What do I write for?
If there is no one writing
What do I read?

Ambition against the machine
Flesh gives to the metal
A pen’s work is easily destroyed
The cloud is forever

Art is human
Art is mine
But wherefore art thou reader?
When mine art is displayed?

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Beata Agustin September 21, 2026 at 7:26 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Welcome to Poetry Soup. I welcome you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Alison A Smith September 17, 2026 at 7:02 PM A poignant free-verse meditation on art, authorship, and the uneasy permanence of the digital world. The recurring questions create a haunting sense of isolation, while “Ambition against the machine” gives the poem a strong central tension between vulnerable human expression and enduring technology.