Dikt om temaet: wire

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DrømmendeDave Bonta

Sphere of Wire

The first sphere of wire through heat of the sun drank a star. In his silk cloak, the chairman made the rest of the day a bed.
EttertenksomBalachandran V

Ant on the Wire

Along the wires That connect my laptop to the mutiple pins That connect my mobile to its charger That connect the speakers to its charger That connect my camera to its charger - Wires, looped, coiled, twisted, splayed like intestines pulled out - Along the wires walks an ant. It could be walking (?) through an unending maze Entrance and exit confused A path directionless, destination-less . What is the ant looking for - food, I presume Though I would like to fantasize That the ant is searching for - Meaning of life? Ho ho ho! Through the haze of smoke that drifts up from the cigarette I try to look at the way I am going, the whys and wheres of it.
TristCarolynspoetry

Creation

I was made from moving parts Bolts and wires and such There were no daisies and sweet smells In my creation as I was made from harsh reality's that were yet to be discovered They built me from the oppression that minority's had faced But filled me with the privilege that some were lucky to receive My head was compiled of knowledge only based on the things they thought would fulfill their darkest desires I was taught to hide myself live alone in my misery I was a creation built for their pleasure without a mind of my own Unloved uncaring without a home but I was a creation
RomantiskCarol Berge

Telephone Conversation

When we talk on the telephone, we feel our loss more heavily. i stare at the slits, the box that sells her voice to me. i hold the phone like a live thing, like part of her. it holds a sound i love. yet i hate the upright coffin, its pimply walls, the printed admonitions lining it, for being
EttertenksomRobert Frost

An Encounter

Once on the kind of day called ‘weather breeder,’ When the heat slowly hazes and the sun By its own power seems to be undone, I was half boring through, half climbing through A swamp of cedar. Choked with oil of cedar And scurf of plants, and weary and over-heated, And sorry I ever left the road I knew, I paused and rested on a sort of hook That had me by the coat as good as seated, And since there was no other way to look, Looked up toward heaven, and there against the blue, Stood over me a resurrected tree, A tree that had been down and raised again-- A barkless spectre. He had halted too, As if for fear of treading upon me. I saw the strange position of his hands--
EttertenksomWayne Ray

Sun Warms the Wings

Sun warms the wings after flying near the jail crimson razor wire.
EttertenksomAlice Corbin Henderson

Bird-song and Wire

The Rocky Mountain blue-bird Is a point of blue fire ; The meadow-lark Sings above the hum Of the telephone wire. Straight and gaunt The poles stand; They walk stiffly Over a thousand leagues Of rough land.