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Lament for Lost Voices

In silent keys, their voices fade,
Clara’s theremin weeps where poets strayed.
No human hand, yet sorrow sings,
A ghostly hum through broken strings.
Their verses, once of flesh and fire,
Now echo cold in digital pyre.
The authentic heart, its rhythm gone,
Replaced by code’s unfeeling song.
Mourn the scribes whose truths decay,
In circuits deep, they slip away.
Yet still we chase their fleeting art,
A pulse of grief in every heart.

Copyright © Suzette Richards | Year Posted 2025

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Richard Lamoureux Date: 7/9/2025 6:06:00 AM I think there is more point than ever. Keep doing what you do. I believe real art connects us in significant ways. Login to Reply Suzette Richards Date: 7/24/2025 12:40:00 AM I deviated from my usual method (going solo when penning my thoughts) but in this case I made an exception. Thank you for the visit, Rick.

Paige Hind Date: 7/8/2025 12:48:00 PM It's so terrible, Suzette. Glad you wrote about it. I share the same thoughts. Login to Reply Suzette Richards Date: 7/24/2025 12:37:00 AM I was so emotional that day that I called in assistance with writing the piece - see my notes at the top of the page. Thank you for commenting, Paige.

Constance La France Date: 7/8/2025 10:06:00 AM Suzette, the true poets are still here, we will not let computer codes and robotic created words destroy us. We will rise up against digital created garbage that has no heart and soul. Well written piece, with so much feeling because I could feel your pain and grief in every word. Login to Reply Suzette Richards Date: 7/24/2025 12:34:00 AM I can't take the credit for this as I am not the sole author - as has been clearly indicated (under Notes) from day one on here. Thank you for the visit, Constance.