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EVOLUTION

by Beanie Baby 

Posted: 23 March 2005
Word Count: 87


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In arcs of candlelight
our forebears
penned their
words of wisdom;
tales of
orphaned children
finding destinies,
and forbidden lovers
sharing kisses on the shore.
They were a pleasant fiction,
that coloured
sepia pictures of
the way we used to be,
before the ether
filled with words
that needed neither
paper, pencil, pen,
words that travel
strands of time.
The day will come
when writers merely
think their works
to chips,
carried in our pockets,
whole libraries
at the fingertips
which turn
the page no more ...






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joanie at 22:36 on 23 March 2005  Report this post
Hi BB! What a sad thought, yet very true. Brilliantly expressed; whatever will we do when little children don't know how to turn a page and experience the joy it brings!? You can't put 'The hungry caterpillar' onto a chip.

I loved it!

joanie

Hamburger Yogi & PBW at 08:30 on 15 May 2005  Report this post
A slightly stentorian timeless mood in this poem reinforced by the 'sepia pictures' and falling rythm. Thanks, Beanie, for your remarks on 'time tester'.

Felmagre at 09:10 on 15 May 2005  Report this post
It is a thought is'nt it. I wonder if we, like our pets, will have chips inserted in us, telling all and sundry whome we are, where we live and so forth. Of if as in Orwell's 'Brave New World' we will be conditioned to become writers, miners ....

Your poem has that Orwellian feel to it, but also a forboding sense of the inevitable.

Interesting and thought provoking.

Thank you


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