Sirry, or: Selious

The blogger sat before his screen
        Pressing his fingers 'pon the keys
Eyes staring back towards the sheen
        Familiar stiffness in his knees

By moonless night he saw himself
        Glasses reflecting man-made light
Books stretched behind him 'pon the shelf
        Twink-twinkling stars, thin halos bright

Floating about through bits and bytes
        As neurons 'lectric pulses shot
Red sparks burst into boundless lights
        'long wires, twisting, burning hot

He could not feel his back upright
        Nor hear the beating in his chest
His wireless mind saw sight 'pon sight
        And data points did swift digest

Each word he formed drifted through space
        Networking ev'ry flitting thought
White narrow beam lit faceless face
        As curious new signals wrought

Beeps sounded from the motherboard 
        Seat empty basked in flickering gleam
Lines flowing forth would stay unheard
        For none could hear the soundless scream

Today, for d’Verse’s “Open Link Night”, I’d like to share a poem that I wrote last September, less than half a year after creating this blog.

This poem is one I am fond of, but I would probably have given it a different title if I had written it today because to me it feels somehow disconnected from the verses below it…

68 thoughts on “Sirry, or: Selious”

  1. I echo many of the sentiments expressed so far. When we become so attached to the computer and addicted to the feedback that the online presence provides we can lose some of our humanity. And that humanity is what drives the interactions. This poem is a work of art.

  2. I think they’ve proven that computer addiction is just like any other, but when everything these days has been computerized in jobs, entertainment, communication devices, etc. it’s difficult to get away from it. Just like eating or spending addictions. What’s scary also are kids that have grown up from infancy in the digital age have no memory of what it was like before.

  3. Love the rhyme and sense of humour. Reminds me of my hubby pon his computer. But here am I too! I guess the soundless scream will not be heard unless I go down and nag him.

  4. From I. ROBOT to the MATRIX, there is alacrity regarding loss of self when totally saturated by computer eros, as A-I might become succubus, and our higher self might morph into languid logorhythms.

  5. Wow! Somehow this makes me think “computer zombie” — or what we warn children of when we say “get away from the keyboard….you can’t be on the computer all day” — or the dangers a “gamer faces” in terms of becoming the machine. This could be the script for a fabulous sci fi movie! Wires somehow crawling our of the computer and into the brain! …. ewwww….!

  6. Well Ben, have to say I found this to be rather effective in a dystopian kind of way – especially for a writer! Thanks for such an original write, with which to finish my first session here tonight.

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