I wrote a new poem. It probably sounds a lot more profound than it actually is, being mostly an exercise in picking a rhythm that was pleasing to my mouth, though it was brought on by the mental image of someone watching a Fritz Lang movie on their iPad, which got me to thinking a little.
As usual I make no promises of quality.
We live in an age
Of strange magic
New madness--
Monochrome Metropolis silent
On a screen in my hand, while--
Screaming Metropolis vibrant
On the street outside the window
And also a world
Of strange madness
Old magic--
The mountain calls Moses, Muhammad
With the voices it spake,
"There is nothing new under the sun
Sure as today birthed yesterday
We all live in interesting times."
2 comments:
Cool poem.
Like your fellowship artwork.
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'Screaming Metropolis." That has possibilities. :)
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