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”
Seriously felt as if the blogger was going to be consumed by the computer 🤣…. Really relatable poem, a wonderful work of art David. It flowed really well 😊
Aww… Thanks, Amirah – you got it exactly ~ I was trying to get the image of a blogger being consumed by his computer across to the reader 😀
oooooo, that’s a good one. That last line was perfect.
Thanks, Cath 💛
Oh, David, I like this one! Such great form and the story woven throughout is wonderful. What mindless creatures we have become, looking at our bytes and bits and flashes of light! Well done!
Thanks, Dwight – I’m so glad that you enjoyed it 🙂
yes, very much!
Awesome piece, I loved all lines written
Thanks so much, Ebengho! 🙂
I love genre poetry, and sci-fi horror poetry is so rare. Thanks for the narrative!
Rosliw, thank you so much ❤
You know, it's a funny thing – I didn't originally intend for this to be sci-fi – I was trying to describe my lived experience in a metaphorical way… and, also, I originally wanted the poem to have a more humorous tone, but it just refused to go in that direction… and, well, this is the final product 🙂
Cool! I, too, often think of my experience from moment to moment as that of a robot prioritizing subroutines and executing functions—which can be painfully difficult when my one-track mind is forced to stop what I’m doing and respond to a separate situation. If I had to work with customers in store, I would probably go crazy in five minutes.