oh, world of screens
of water snatchers
of robot plague doctors
you don’t understand
what golden light does
how our lowering star
draws us nearer to source
like winged worshippers
ascending feather weeds
to gather on stone thrones
though we bend to you
our eyes track scarlet paint
our ancestral hands touch
our bones vibrate divinity
we remain wild, dirt magic
you can never tame us
*89/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day. All photos are mine.
“we remain wild, dirt magic
you can never tame us”
Brilliant Bridgette 😀
Thank you. I’m got some feels clearly about the direction things are going.
Let there be more dirt magic!
Indeed!
This is an evocative poem, and perhaps all the better for leaving parts of itself unresolved. Its compelling imagery refuses to yield all its meaning. The world of ‘screens’ is recognisable enough, but the ‘water snatchers’ and ‘robot plague doctors’ make the modern world much more sinister. Against it is set the simple, almost primordial power of golden light (made more acute by the weeds awash in golden light, looking enchanted).
From there the poem becomes more mysterious. Particularly interesting is the “wild, dirt magic”, an earthy, wonderfully physical counterpoint to divinity. I agree with the conclusion!
Glad you found this one evocative. I’m really struggling with the direction AI is taking the world and this is my little anthem about fighting back.
Your fears are not unfounded.
That’s what makes them all the more scary.
Lovely!
Thanks so much!
Beautiful 🙂
Thanks so much, Greg!
also very nice, and may I say your photos this past week have been breath-taking.
Awww! Thank you. I’ve finally been getting back out with my camera again.
I appreciate the claim that are wild in nature and so can’t give in to machines completely (if at all). The colors in the photograph and the title and the text bring to mind Thanksgiving, the name and the offering.
Thank you! Yeah, I suppose I’m starting to think of fall gatherings, of how important things are outside of tech and the impending doom of the daily news. I really appreciate your comment.
Thanks! I think I meant to say “we” are wild. Hmm, I’ve heard that typos mean it’s not A-I. Happy gatherings, when they happen!
Indeed! Hope you are well.