another in the theme of human automation
Fragments of sound permeate monotony
Papers rustling, shapes shifting in seats
Zippers open and closed
Pens tapping on hard surfaces
Pages turn to rest on those before
The buzzing of machines kicking into action
Movement is rare here.
The hands of a clock asymmetric
Work their way round a dashed-line circle,
Tail up head down
Red on black
Pushing up through numbers
Hand dryer burst
as doors open, letting hot air escape
Silver steel framed windows
Offer glimpses of unlit rooms
Full of computers, an insight
into worlds preserved
No-one dares speak
Words are useless here
Spoken language obsolete
Terms are typed, fixed on pages
Lexicon of learning
Without consolidation
Mechanised, automated
Eating data like birth
came with information processing
Human connection an added extra,
A flaw of the crossover in eras
A residual skill
Seconds chipped away
Into reams of data
Stored for instant recall
Regurgitating others' ideas
For we are too tired to think of our own
Too busy for creativity
So flick the pages,
let them all fly
Beyond the walls is a sky so blue
Matter over mind
Think not of piles of definitions
Go experience your own
Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-14 at 05:04
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"To acquire knowledge, one must study; but to acquire wisdom, one must observe"- Marilyn vos SavantFragments of sound permeate monotony
Papers rustling, shapes shifting in seats
Zippers open and closed
Pens tapping on hard surfaces
Pages turn to rest on those before
The buzzing of machines kicking into action
Movement is rare here.
The hands of a clock asymmetric
Work their way round a dashed-line circle,
Tail up head down
Red on black
Pushing up through numbers
Hand dryer burst
as doors open, letting hot air escape
Silver steel framed windows
Offer glimpses of unlit rooms
Full of computers, an insight
into worlds preserved
No-one dares speak
Words are useless here
Spoken language obsolete
Terms are typed, fixed on pages
Lexicon of learning
Without consolidation
Mechanised, automated
Eating data like birth
came with information processing
Human connection an added extra,
A flaw of the crossover in eras
A residual skill
Seconds chipped away
Into reams of data
Stored for instant recall
Regurgitating others' ideas
For we are too tired to think of our own
Too busy for creativity
So flick the pages,
let them all fly
Beyond the walls is a sky so blue
Matter over mind
Think not of piles of definitions
Go experience your own
Poetry by Caila Ihle
Read 754 times
Written on 2006-08-14 at 05:04
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