Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer Poet Cinquain

Sub-Station One

You call up and say:
“Hello, how are you today?”
I’m dead and rottin’ away,
But my droid is pretty bright,
It answers “I’m all right!”

You celebrate the bi-centennial,
And call up your oldest serving menial:
My spirit is hardly congenial,
But my droid is going strong;
It accepts congratulations from the throng.

So when all is said and done,
I’ve been dust on the floor of sub-station one
Twenty-three revolutions of the sun.
Your polite query is replied,
By the droid who inherited my pride.

Originally published:

Clarke, R. (Ed) The Mentor 87, July 1995, fanzine published by Ron Clarke, Sydney, Australia, [Archival copy available online at  http://efanzines.com/Mentor/TM87COMP.pdf].

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Line Gauthier August 26, 2017 at 5:02 PM Awesome imagery. Beautiful poem.

Daniel Turner June 1, 2017 at 12:52 AM I find this very funny, Cecelia. I'll be back to read more:)

J Hamilton Gist May 4, 2017 at 8:43 PM Futuristic!

Ralph Sergi April 26, 2017 at 5:39 PM Well done, Cecelia: I hope to see more. My compliments!

D.A Hopkins April 26, 2017 at 3:07 PM enjoyed this thanks for sharing

Debbie Duncan April 19, 2017 at 3:59 PM Nicely done, a 7 for me, please :)

Lemuel Griffiths April 18, 2017 at 5:33 PM clever., hinting at melancholy.,

Joseph C Ogbonna April 18, 2017 at 7:47 AM Cecelia, i find your poem sub-station one to be truly professional and ingenious. It is also to say the least, highly impressive.

Sunlite Wanter April 1, 2017 at 6:59 PM I just discovered your poetry tonight - I'll be reading more of it. Welcome to PS.

Darren White March 31, 2017 at 12:20 AM Isn't it woderful that we have droids? Even is they're only metaphorical? Sometimes I hope people will look right through my mechanical outside, but often I am glad they can't... Great first poem on PoetrySoup. Welcome :) Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer March 31, 2017 at 6:22 PM Thank you David. I took a look at your poetry too - you have a great message to share.