Monday, October 25, 2010

Poems in the cloud


I saw all books of poems and prose
float out to sea,
like flounder floating dead, reposed,
as dead as they can be;
their paper turned to so much mush
and print washed out.
The world would seem to come to hush
but I'd no cause to pout.

I saw a cloud come overhead —
a cumulus.
My tablet cast of glass instead
of stone awoke and thus
it searched the cloud's electric muse
and found a poem;
and lightning down it was transfused —
the poem had found its home.


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placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry — Week 14


3 comments:

  1. Philip,
    Absolutely wonderful!!
    I am surrounded by technological talk of cloud computing.
    I suspect your poem concerns the end of the well thumbed book, in favour of the glass tablet.
    I have a wonderful collection of bookmarks!!!
    Eileen :)

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  2. vivid imagination...
    so lovely done.

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  3. Your imagery in this is wonderful as is the subject. Love it.

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