Reflecting

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Free Verse Poetry
With so many ways to distract our focus, is it any wonder we peer through coke bottle lenses and hold blinders tight to our heads tempting implosion from questions unasked? (Image by Drew Doggett)

Submitted: November 22, 2018

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Reflecting

 

Taking its customary center stage position...

 

“How insufferable
your world’s audience,
a species of intellect
repeatedly duped by the heart,
where the mediocrity of life’s closing curtain
often renders reason and logic
a shadowy demise unfulfilled in the wings.

 

You’ve not managed your stages well…

Mankind’s array of grand openings,
once major achievements of mindful reward
now, increasingly experience shorter runs,
where emotional losses are exorbitant,
where patrons of thought and debate
are made to nourish themselves on spoon-fed sweets,
all while their conditioned clapping habit
continues to support false hopes of escapism.

 

How do you expect to survive?

How tragic might this lack of understanding be,
avoiding the inevitable global tragedy,
choosing to wallow in laughter and song,
denying the mind’s need to partner with the heart?

 

Beware…

Your species is becoming an audience of escapees,
a populace of care-nots,
of spiraling narcissists catering only to

the fast-beating heart’s demand
for your daily smorgasbord of instant gratification

that rapidly accelerating and incessant menu of choice

reaching the over-cooked stage

and readying you for…

I have to go now.

 

A.I. needs sustenance too, you know.”


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