Looking Beyond the Steel Machine
Who should we curry favor with
in this age of science and steel?
If we must agree
there are useless things,
do not let those things be:
Spring’s hand
waving nostalgic forest fragrance
into the air.
Scarred hills
reminding us of the trampled wildness
of the land when we trod too heavily upon the Earth.
Silken love passed between
spouses,siblings, and parent/child.
Blissful sleep enjoyed while
candles’ wicks are softly bowing.
We’ve allowed the fate of time
to fill our yesterdays,
and shape us in ways
we were not meant to conform to.
Must we sleep until our futures melt away?
And yesterday’s tomorrows
become tomorrow’s yesterdays?
We must hope to never be frightened into corners,
seeing the world through fearful eyes,
creating a new religion of the steel machine.
Linda Imbler
Linda Imbler’s poetry collections include four published works by Amazon, “Big Questions, Little Sleep,” “Lost and Found,” “Red Is The Sunrise,” and “Bus Lights, Travel Sights.” Soma Publishing has published her three e-book collections, “The Sea’s Secret Song,” “Pairings,” a hybrid of short fiction and poetry, and “That Fifth Element.” Examples of Linda’s poetry and a listing of publications can be found at lindaspoetryblog.blogspot.com. In addition to writing, she helps her husband, a Luthier, build acoustic guitars.
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Dy Fusard --- A frightening poem with glimpses of a possible future.
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ReplyDeleteHard to be a prophet in your home town. This could be a peek into tomorrow. Incredible task.
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