The electronics clambered, numbered incessantly the pixels
Evermore they quoted as they looked sheepishly beyond the waving kelp
But how many fonts hold fast to the batholiths where benthic crawlers lurk?
All sounds resonate truly never resting they attest to organisms organized
Materialized from matter without flatter, all is jargon even tarragon
So have you planned usurping what is beyond the seamless light?
Fishing for extinct species yet landing luggage makes one uneasy
But oh so few have caught the ride switched on by myriad microchips
Looking into the lightened halogen afforded space upon the brazen hillside strata
It is all an electric race for peace with resistors, electrons racing past hazards
Imagination pictured impossibilities precisely placed to soothe the softened goals
Remotely fusiform he held in his own untrained hand although he dipped at times
Mechanisms, anachronisms and microcosms of life go on to divide or multiply
They form a landing, certain coiled spinning prisms an animate defense of green
Can a pixel bring a timely recompense or electrons reap a harvest?
Categories:
anachronisms, technology,
Form: Rhyme
AND SHE DOES IT WITHOUT A NET
She's an acrobat with anachronisms
and an anarchist with adjectives
she dances with words cheek to cheek
and the letters follow all her directives
she shames me with her shameless talent
while displaying what she feels deep inside
I try to learn from her but am defied every time
and her ability to thrill me will not be denied
she can be comical or sacred and serious
she can write about reality's voice or fantasy's face
I read her words and wish to write like her
as she takes each syllable into her embrace
this wondrous woman is a poet supreme
a lady who writes what people need to hear
each word is placed in just the right place
and can make you smile or urge an urgent tear
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Categories:
anachronisms, inspirational, words, write, me,
Form: Quatrain