Friday, October 28, 2011

straddled



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

13 comments:

  1. 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...

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  2. From start to finish, this poem shows reflections. Nice!!

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  3. i feel between two worlds reading this, very interesting.

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  4. nice...the falling glass from the last tree...great visual...nice play on android as well...

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  5. yes, we almost don't need our bodies, just our machines.

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  6. Awesome write. Tight construction. It's symmetry subtle. I love this piece.

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  7. Love this and one day we will be an app to our machines!

    Anna :o]

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  8. 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.

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  9. Your poem and photograph really compliment one another. When will there be a poetry writing app? LOL.

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  10. This I like, a lot. The words and the reflections - so nicely done!

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  11. "...color has now drawn its blood inward" intrigues me...giggle...I like what Mary said about the poetry writing app!

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