my mobile app
has me straddled between
dimensions - seemingly
biological - seamlessly android
my movement in thinking
has become controversial, clouded
lining up levied truth with
prevaricated sighs
color now has drawn its
blood inward, simplified itself into
a mirrored image - an icon
stretched, intent on listening
for the falling glass
from the last tree
bkmackenzie
copyrighted 2011
posted for Magpie Tales and d'Verse - Friday Crit on Conflation
oh i much like the simplified itself into a mirrored image..and the falling glass from the last tree..great images...smiled on the seamlessly android...
ReplyDeleteFrom start to finish, this poem shows reflections. Nice!!
ReplyDeletei feel between two worlds reading this, very interesting.
ReplyDeletenice...the falling glass from the last tree...great visual...nice play on android as well...
ReplyDeleteyes, we almost don't need our bodies, just our machines.
ReplyDeleteAwesome write. Tight construction. It's symmetry subtle. I love this piece.
ReplyDeleteLove this and one day we will be an app to our machines!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
I enjoyed so much about this poem, the seeming/seamless, the flow of "v"s in the second stanza, the explanation of the colourlessness of the prompt, the feeling of time shifting forward and backward as blood is drawn in rather than splashing out...also the stamp collection down the side somehow added to it.
ReplyDeleteI love it!
ReplyDeleteI loved it!
ReplyDeleteYour poem and photograph really compliment one another. When will there be a poetry writing app? LOL.
ReplyDeleteThis I like, a lot. The words and the reflections - so nicely done!
ReplyDelete"...color has now drawn its blood inward" intrigues me...giggle...I like what Mary said about the poetry writing app!
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