The Distances Poem by A.Z. McCoy

The Distances

Rating: 4.5


Pixel, pixel, shooting far
Surmising dreams
In unreal/
Savage, electromantic pastels
So elegant
The machine tongue's taste
Im-/Expression
Buds on our budding lips

So cool, expansive, safe
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Of rapidfire deconstruct
Quick to compose anew
Across the silent cacophany,
The Super high/dry/[dis]connected
Way, instantaneous delight
Far from home.
Soothing, ab[l]yssful
As din of mechanized crickets
Behind eerie square-glow

Starshine of the pixels
Shouting photons
Travel-tired, journeyed fast and far
Zeptosecond compose
Aligns blinking image
Of a loved one
Self-contained, how we wonder.

Thursday, August 29, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: technology
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I miss a girl on the other side of the world, far down south where the seasons laugh, a hop and skip off a longitudinal suspender's long slide. We don't communicate very often and I didn't know her long. But I miss her and wish to see her again, in flesh and blood. The opening line is meant to ring of the children's song 'Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.'
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Howard Savage 12 January 2016

This is a strong poem of travel actually as well as a metaphor.

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Aeronius D. Mccoy 30 August 2013

Certainly, you aren't lazy if you read it. Thanks for that! I doubt I hit the nail squarely. Hopefully with some time/work, it'll flesh-/pixel-out. hehe :) Maybe it strains in places syntactically/semantically, or maybe worse, the deployment is merely distracting and/or paltry in effect. But the computer world does seem to call for some kind of logical bound in this (or a related) direction. Thanks for the luck. Can use every bit.

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Bri Edwards 30 August 2013

thanks for the poet note. i got the sense of 'twinkle....' when i read the opening. for some reason this poem sounds familiar. ? not my cup of tea....maybe too technical for me? or am i being lazy? anyway, thanks for sharing. good luck with the girl.

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