Cold titanium, metallic touch,
Protect from feeling far too much
Your crutch
Awaken darling, feel this flesh,
My hand conforms to yours,
Our eyes connect by unseen tether
Love dances across the medium.
Laser looks in calculated gaze,
Information fills emotionless days,
Safety pays
I have joys to show you, give you,
That surge you feel is chemical,
The heart throbs, blood pulses,
Cellular exchange renews you.
Corrupted memory banks are sealed,
Places your Designer never healed,
Must shield
Put your faith in something greater,
An idea to bring peace of mind,
I might have an idea…or two,
Let my lips help you think of something new.
Thoughts in circuits gridded tightly,
Produce their bedtime logic nightly,
So unsightly.
Pick wildflowers in the green fields,
And let them adorn your silken strands,
There’s a place you’ve never been,
Only you can go out, only you can let it in.
Powering down as eyelids close,
After habitually ingested prose,
Current slows
I’ll stand with you at the precipice,
Take that leap into the misty abyss
You won’t fall as hard as you think,
I’m already waiting on the other side.
Hmm, a very organic-techy 21st century poem Swarn. I kept feeling like I was being pulled into the machine… or was the machine trying to get inside me? 🙂
Nevertheless, I enjoyed the intriguing mix of inanimate elements with humanity! ❤
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Thank you Professor! I hope people connect to this poem in a variety of ways. I am continually fascinated by the concept of duality and singular.
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Hah! “Duality and Singular.” Constructs of the human brain, or the infinite mechanics of the Cosmos? Or both? 😉
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Ah, the mechanics of fat, fleshy, organic love.
Great dance.
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Thank you so much for reading John! And I agree with you. I’m getting fattier and fleshier as I grow older! 🙂
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All the more to love you with, said the…
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LOL…exactly!
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VERY cool … 🙂
Great dance indeed.
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So very many thoughts – this is wrenching and liquid and gripping. Such is the beautiful haunt of the ghost in the machine. So deeply glad to engage with your poetic work, Swarn.
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Thank you so much Allison for sharing your thoughts. Like you said on your blog, it is always meaningful when someone feels a connection to something you’ve written. My blog has many facets and I don’t always write poetry, but I am trying to exercise my creative limbs lately to see if I can stretch myself beyond the typical essay format I have written mostly up to a couple months ago. After reading your excellent work, your kind words mean even more!
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Ah, beautiful – I, too, am in a time of creative stretch. Longer prose is new to me but it feels so much deeper and more . . . something . . . I’d say ‘free’ but that’s not quite right, it is still a bit measured but it’s lovely to go a few layers deeper than I’ve allowed myself in the past. Here’s to the expansion, my kindred friend. 🙂
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Ultimately I’d like to do more prose myself because I want to become a better story teller. I think stories are important to us. But alas it takes much more time and often when I feel inspired I want to just be able to write for as long as I can. Such long stretches don’t exist in my life right now. Lol
You’re sublimely talented with your words and I have a feeling your creative stretch will be as a lithe feline, whereas I’m trying to get to the stage of someone whose done yoga for a month and seems to like it. Expressive and talented writers like yourself inspire me to more so I’m glad we intersected today. 🙂
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Settle down, Swarndeep. Are you in one of those places that allows marijuana smoking?
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Define allows? 😉
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Allows: something Chinese archers ask for at the Olympics.
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LOL…nice one.
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A Chinese reporter on the BBC the other night referred to Hirraly Crinton.
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Hahahaha
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He was of course referring to her in the context of your upcoming erection.
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Erection indeed. We already have the world’s tallest phallic (the Washington monument) erected next to the White House.
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I see what you mean.
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Though tempted, I’m not touching that one.
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I love it when you talk nerdy.
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Haha 😀
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This is an interesting and challenging piece of work, Swarn, and perhaps deliberately ambiguous? I’m not at all certain whether you’re likening a (fictional!) unfeeling and unaffectionate partner (or would-be partner) to an AI, or inviting an AI (of sorts) to become sentient and sensuous. Perhaps neither?
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Just throwing this out there … but my interpretation revolved around a cell phone. From the mechanical to the emotional.
In any case … as I said earlier … VERY COOL!
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Thank you Nan! I think poetry is supposed to have a personal connection/interpretation. I am glad that it evoked imagery in you. That’s all a poet can ask for! 🙂
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