Open Poetry #6 |
Song of the Modem |
Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Song of the Modem Amazing. This could not have occurred in the not-so-distant past. What do we crave so desperately, that drives crazed notions across dusty particles of insular transmissions? Somewhere, a gadget collects our fees and listens in, while we pretend we are alone in the world. We added layers of reality. No longer just text, but voices carrying across strings, from Dixie cup to Dixie cup. We sent dots that translated to blurry images, fill in the gaps where you can. Expecting an airbrushed perfection? If so, you will be gravely disappointed. What do I envision, the end-all, be-all? The dream ancient woman have dreamt for thousands of years. Will Icarus finally fly? The bird awaiting this flight is not made feathers but flawed shiny metal, a contraption of melting wires and loosening bolts. If the lights turn out, what then love? What then? © 2000 Corinne Bailey [This message has been edited by Corinne (edited 02-28-2000).] |
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Severn Member Rara Avis
since 1999-07-17
Posts 7704 |
And such a heart breaking question... This is such of song of bittersweet, Corinne. It is beautiful. K 'Writing sharpens life; life enriches writing' Sylvia Plath |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Very nicely written Corinne. I suppose it would be back to the days of the pony express. James |
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Denise
Moderator
Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
Great poem, Corinne! I enjoyed this very much! Denise |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you, Debbie, James and Severn Corinne |
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Parker Member Elite
since 2000-01-06
Posts 3129ON |
Steele, Dam's, power, space time or distance, When two souls meld, they will not be denied. and in the dark love, and in the dark, they will shine. Parker |
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HelmutB Senior Member
since 2000-01-06
Posts 964Canada |
True as skies are blue Without the wire life is an empty shoe But not for me, no I won't give in Get the candle, a good book and perhaps a Gin Sure I would miss my friends so much But the pony rider will bring the mail to keep in touch. A very nice poem with a deep deep meaning. Well done Corinne The ability to describe life with words is similar to painting a picture; both can be powerful tools. |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
Thank you Parker and Helmut, I loved your poetic responses! Corinne |
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Balladeer
Administrator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-05
Posts 25505Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA |
Excellent writing, Corinne, almost haunting in its allure. What, indeed? |
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RAM Member
since 2000-03-24
Posts 153 |
Ripplin' Waters by Jimmy Ibbotson from the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band's Dream I got rippling waters to wake me to the morning, my woman and love our tall pine trees are pointing us easily to heaven above Blue spruce flaming on the grate in the evening Takes the chill away fine Cut the telephone line and the story's the same There's an old red chair by our window That we found at a sale down the lane Some old women said they needed more room for the winter People like to pull out the stuffing when they sit down So it passes the time Cut the telephone line and the story's the same chorus- Blow like a bubble on a windy day Start to flutter when I hear you say That you feel to good to go away And you make me feel fine You've made my world a warmer place By the sparkle of your diamond face on a frayed spot, put a little lace And you make me feel fine Warm as the mountain sunshine On the edge of the snowline In a meadow of columbine Oh, little Jennifer, I'd give a penny for What you've got on your mind It seems like most of the time you're lying here dreaming. Maybe in your vision you've seen how our mission is slightly less than divine Cut the telephone line and the story's the same repeat chorus |
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Martie
Moderator
Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Corinne--you are full of interesting and provocative questions...sometimes I think life would be better simplified, but I'd miss my computer like a lover. This was a wonderful poem!! [This message has been edited by Martie (edited 04-07-2000).] |
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