Roving mind eagerly traverses the jungle of ideas
Meditative man seeks to extinguish the endless chatter between his ears
A moment of solitude passes, and he finds himself sitting in the rover again
On some fruitless expedition down memory lane
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Monday, January 10, 2011
Saturday, November 13, 2010
Stream of Keyboard
How quickly do my thoughts proceed, to travel to the computer screen!
Slower only than words from lips, they jump right off the fingertips.
This isn't writing, this is talking with my fingers.
Writing was an ancient art when men chose wisely the stroke of the pen,
In fear of needing to make amends.
The quill by candlelight has long grown dim.
Exponentially increasing streams of data: originating from humans and counted by machines,
You don't exist unless you can be reached by hyperlink.
Just keep pressing on. The pistons of the machine drive on as words become 1's and 0's and my fingers refuse to stop.
Pause. Meditate. Think. Create.
Slower only than words from lips, they jump right off the fingertips.
This isn't writing, this is talking with my fingers.
Writing was an ancient art when men chose wisely the stroke of the pen,
In fear of needing to make amends.
The quill by candlelight has long grown dim.
Exponentially increasing streams of data: originating from humans and counted by machines,
You don't exist unless you can be reached by hyperlink.
Just keep pressing on. The pistons of the machine drive on as words become 1's and 0's and my fingers refuse to stop.
Pause. Meditate. Think. Create.
