Copyright © 2009 Ernest Bloom.
We cannot touch the past, but we
who dare can redesign the futures
laid bare before our eyes, hungry
for miracles, for brand new stellar
highways shimmering under Technicolor
skies. We can and do imbue one
another with genuine hopes and
dreams that, parted, may tumble down
into the catastrophe of
junkyard castoff trinkets and forlorn
debris. And so, suspended in this
hollow place devoid of true life,
I'll linger like some forgotten
Merlin, crystallized in a neglected
cave against better days to come,
when a king worthy of a noble
crown shall come back and remind these
lovely people that they were not
born to live as soulless robots
in a world that's swirling with magic
and possibility all around.
Wow, you mixed up together the medieval, robots, the XXth century movie industry and magic at that. Looks like a horrible mess on the blackboard (or interactive washboard or clay tablet if you please) but it works, actually, with this theme. For connecting all tenses, so to speak, all elements of the human history and the history that is yet to come the speaker makes a message: our future _is_ for us to control, time is something to behold, to study and, indeed, to influence.
ReplyDeleteI loved right off the bat the juxtaposition of miracles and highways; something to actually think about.
ReplyDeleteAlso I just loved the piece in its entirity because it reminds me of my life right now... It's my job lately to try and get young writers to come to open mics, but either no one will (too shy, scared, whatever -- even though they don't need to be!) or they look at me like I'm crazy. Because, you know, admitting that you write poetry is _so embarrassing_. It's just sad that people don't trust each other in person -- or at all -- anymore.