“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Showing posts with label distraction. Show all posts
Showing posts with label distraction. Show all posts
Wednesday, June 21, 2017
Abracadabra and ABC's
The plan itself-long forgotten-
was working, as every prediction
foretold
by the last of the learned.
It had been lifetimes-
long gone,
when it was learned by the rest(ing),
the dangers of knowing
too much
for thin soles to carry
comfortably.
Human touch was not the trick,
the magician preferred to work with
shiny wheels, hats, cards, cups and wands
Invoking smiles as he deftly slices
attention, willing volunteers and words.
The spell lost in translation, a dead
language
slang-shot not toward penetration, but
babbled by barbarians-again.
This entertains, now this-now and
never remembered-
None heard the chorus
of the sheeple's song before
nor sang along anymore-
Now it sounded silly
and coincidental,
entertaining and easy
to follow along.
Now, all hands-free.
What has been taken away
by sleight of hand, was never missed
soon enough-
none will understand
a word, meaning-wise.
Painting by Thomas Gainsborough (c. 1773-1777) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Driving Ms. Crazy
Push-push-push
the words away-
Not Now, I'm driving-
Go Away, I say
to some voice who speaks
whenever cotton choosing
time it strikes,
fancy that
despite the
distraction and cost,
I lose
my place
I will remember that
later
I think
and try to trace
that thought I thought
I knew-flew
out the cracked window
and is stuck back in traffic...
A bump in the grind
passed over like a pothole
or just a poorly patched-
over up poem.
Image from 1902 publication, 'Motors and Motor-driving' by Alfred Charles William Harmsworth.
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