- Non-Erotic Poetry
- A Scientist's Mourning
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Click hereSensual words that were once interpretations of my heart
Have been replaced with numbers and symbols
Were once extensions of my soul
Are now extensions of my calculator
My pen that once flowed fire and ice
Now flows with steel and concrete
I watched their shape transform
From fluid expressions of ecstacy
To angular, rigid
Efficient
It should be mourned
The deconstruction of all things beautiful
Their reduction to skeletons of themselves
Stripped down one by one, examined, reassembled
The mystery crumbles with their new transparency
This rapture is now in a palm on my back
It has seeped into my skin
Passion is in my touch
But not in my pen
- COMMENTS
duddle146over 17 years agoPining for the days when things were of a simpler nature. When there was still mystery and inspiration to be found in nature's wonders.
LeBrozover 17 years agoIt has been so quantified, analyzed, digitized that now life has no feeling.
lostandfounderover 19 years agoa very nice subtle dig at all of us who try to take a poem apart piece by piece... I am very guilty of this myself so I shall simply say this a great poem that stands on its own. Very well done!
jd4georgeover 19 years agoAnd I found the poem most intriguing. Two small "wonderings"... first, there seemed to be something missing in line three. The second wondering is about line breaks. (Consider playing with them a bit... letting you drop a couple of unnecessary words). To me, there are some phrases and images that cry out to be on their own.
