I have been experimenting with form and themes lately. And repetition is something that has sparked my imagination. Using it to drum home a rhythm or focus on a sound has been a bit of fun. Below is a short work I banged out on a train trip into town a week or so ago, as I saw everyone head down immersed in softly glowing screens, all watching the same TikTok vids or reading the same news app. Sitting in exactly the same pose as the day before and the day before that.
Repetition
Repetition
Repetition nation
Repetition
On every station
Wearing thin
Meaning nothing
Repetition
Repetition nation
In every dimension
Repetition
Sold as fashion
A worn thin
Scant covering
Repetition
Repetition nation
Revelling in diversion
Repetition
So you don’t question
Repetition
Repetition sinking in.
Angele Toomey Poetry 
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