Never flush
not tight fitting
a little bit out
not quite sitting
right with the world,
I always was an odd bit of knitting,
two plain stitches instead of purled
Categories:
purled, character, poems,
Form: Free verse
Our land of stars and stripes, now glows,
with screens that flicker in hallowed halls.
Entranced humans shuffle, with eyes fixed below,
on small gadgets that have us enthralled.
Should the Statue of Liberty, our symbolic girl,
be holding a smartphone up to the world?
While tweets fly like eagles and hashtags swirl,
foreign disinformation trends as fast as it’s purled.
In lunch halls, real conversations take rest,
as influence is sought—in hoity-toity, binary quest.
Friends are backdrops—originality in short supply
as likes and shares make our dopamine fly.
America’s zombies, though *********** drained,
shuffle endlessly on, with Wi-Fi stimulated brains.
Once the land of the free, we’re now the land of tech
with minds wrecked by truths unchecked.
As we rock and sway—the new robot way—
will our old, analog-republic simply fade away?
.
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Songs for this:
Airhead by Thomas Dolby
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Oh, and a Christmas playlist because—it’s December:
daweb.us/xmas/Christmas_01.mp3
Categories:
purled, addiction, extended metaphor, humor,
Form: Rhyme
Sharp and accusing they lie
entangled in pale blue strands
of abandoned creation.
Stitches knitted and purled
into half finished shape.
Dropped and forgotten in the
fevered panic of blood and blue lights
that carried you away.
Still life of wool and needles,
Caught in a moment,
to remain forever,
Unfinished
Categories:
purled, bereavement, loss,
Form: Free verse
Forty years shopworn yet still taut,
the past a seamstress rare
Her words reknitted, stitched and purled
—to dress a future bare
(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)
Categories:
purled, time,
Form: Rhyme
Sound of sea is locked within seashell beached
Just lift a shell to your ear to hear sea sigh.
Morn is locked within dawns red sky horizon
Like flower bud bursts into daybreak.
Sap and sinew of living tree trunk
Is locking within its wood when cut and dried.
Knitters love and enterprise is purled into garments
Finger strokes coiled and entwined, locked within.
Photos frozen, snap shots, shuttered images frozen
Have memories locked within, auras that come to life when images viewed.
Locked within a diamond is flash of light and sparkles bright
Like a star it twinkles its light and shimmers at night.
Locked within a pebble on bed of stream are the clunks and thuds
That have ground it smooth during its passage downstream.
Locked within love locks padlocked to bridge
Is the hope that love locked up, cannot escape and flee.
For nothing is completely new since the big bang exploded
All things solid and spiritual have their birth and legacy locked within.
The threads of time's passage coiled and entwined
Locked within all matter until the end of time.
Everything has some within in tidbits locked inside
'Tis the within of things in lockets.
Categories:
purled, memory,
Form: Free verse