E-volving

 

 

“We are all just prisoners here

of our own device.”

Well isn’t that nice….

Robotic, hypnotic little

Sheep grinning, grazing

On bits and bytes of

Techno trash and hashtags

Phubbing our friends

There’s a word for that?

Doesn’t deserve one

We sulk like fools

In our own game

Propagating our own pain

Immunized, mesmerized

Publicized, then wondering why

Our hearts hurt

And our heads are spinning

This is the fork in the road

My friends

The end

Or the beginning

 

 

Hope you enjoyed “Musical Muse”, my offering as a poetic prompt this week at dVerse Poets Pub. Choose some lyrics, preferably one line from a favorite song and grow your own poem from it. You are not limited to the original theme of the song. Instead, forge your own poetic path.

**Quote is from the lyrics of “Hotel California”, The Eagles

Image credit: pixabay.com

 

 

Writing 201- Day 1

 

 

cyberspace junkie

squandering seconds slipping

mirage of meaning

~

This was my first assignment for The Daily Post’s Writing 201. We are focusing on “screen” as a word prompt. Additional challenges were writing a haiku and using alliteration as a poetic device. 

Dearest Self

 

So I’ll let you know now

Not that it matters

‘Cuz there’s no stopping this time train

But I just thought you might

Appreciate some tips

Put away these 5 things

Paper money, photographs, a map

Sensitivity and creativity

I suppose I could have 3D projected

This info but I didn’t want to freak you out

Holograms are in these days

Soon you’ll be scanning yourself for disease

They’ll send you the results via…

Yep, you guessed it

Dr. Hologram

And as we battle over nothing in space

I’ll picture you

Sitting by your retro gas fireplace

Natural, of course

Sipping on green tea

We don’t do natural anymore

Take trees for example…

Yes, take a tree

Maybe a small bonsai you can hide

Because you’ll be charged extra just for having one

Advice from the heart…

Don’t let them implant anything in your head

Life was better before becoming an Android

“Look above you- it’s raining
Look around- there’s a flood
Who can say when it started,
but now the ghost is in our blood”

 

~

Grace at dVerse has asked us to imagine the future and write a poem or letter to ourselves in the here and now. The last stanza is from a poem by Ben Burke.

http://ideas.ted.com/a-poem-from-the-future/

 

Storage

Image: Stardust – Nick Gentry

 

Time had more space

When one measly megabyte

Was enough

For the techno trivial pursuit

We still had dreams

Sketched in graphite

We searched without engines

For insects and answers

In hideaway places

And sparkly eyed faces

Photos pinned to the corkboard

Notes passed in the schoolyard

And in retrospect

I would not delete a thing

 

 

Starting off the New Year at dVerse, Grace shared with us the unique artwork of Nick Gentry as a poetic prompt.

http://www.nickgentry.com/

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

50 Things I’ve Learned in 50 Years..#24

“Reality is sitting in a canyon,  watching the eagles fly.”

There is so much noise in this world.

Technology makes so much noise.

People make so much noise.

My mind makes so much noise.

We have dressed up this world so much that sometimes we can’t even see it. As we cover it with technology, politics, materialism, media…egos, we have forgotten about the world in it’s natural state. Within the simplicity of nature, we can find the truth. The truth is spoken in the wind, written in the clouds and carved in the rocks. The truth is lying in the grass and examining one blade… because one blade of grass is a symmetrical masterpiece.

Yeah, I know, I know…we have so much to do. Where would we find the time? The funny thing is, we have created our own complexity. We have built our own obstacles. We can make our lives as simple as we want them to be.

All that we desire and all that we “accomplish” in a day is trivial, compared to the miracles of LIFE.

We just have to clear away the clutter for a moment in order to see it.

We just have to silence the noise in order to hear it.

Weekly Photo Challenge: Dialogue

Perhaps a little too literal, but I honestly didn’t even consider it when I took these for the Weekly Photo Challenge.

The theme was dialogue between two photos.

 

 

Hello??

 

uh..hello??

 

Reality

 

Do we listen

When silence speaks

In Mother Nature’s tongue

Let it drown out the technosaurus

Stomping loudly on anything

More than a day old

Time will soon be tired

Of being archived by the minute

But nothing can stop the wind

From carving out canyons

Or the sun

From casting shadows

Where no one even looks

                      ~

Do we sense

The softness of the breeze

She whispers on our skin

Caressing with only one purpose

To touch us… so we feel

Or have we forgotten

More than we know

Reality will soon be tired

Of hiding beneath the light

Of the machines we type on

The media we thrive on

The “friends” we depend upon

In this mechanical mess we call life

 

Hearts of gold

Are fewer still it seems

This world, so wired for techno garb

Dulling minds with faceless friends

Leaving us searching for souls

On tangled webs that weave

Between truth and trickery                                           

Hearts of gold

Are all around us

Rebooting dreams of reality

Reaching out blindly

For other fingers too busy texting tales

That never would leave lips