Poetic Interlude
lament for life
w.e.b.?
we explode blog
in post modern fog
hoping to communicate relevate interpollate
to become one with a web universe in order to converse
in a land filled with semantics now defined by webs
but no longer lives the spider – where has she gone?
that living creature that sat down be side her, and
taught Wilbur the meaning of life, of words?
she has died amongst the cyber-filled mash
where we trip on cables disconnected from life and our walls as
our world goes wireless
and our brains disconnect reconnect redirect
where Kafka-esque dreams dance in our heads as
Xmas draws nigh and we shop online
where a Second Life marches towards us
taking our money for things not yet born, never born
only ‘alive’ in a virtual world where the unreal becomes real
and the unreal- reel
a B film of our once loved life
where daffodils rise with the first bird in spring
and a bee is born
unrestrained by commerce
and a child laughs as his dog licks his lips
remembering
the simplicity of what we once knew….
