Kristi Conley
Resilient Creatures Meet Technology
Response
Information Technology
By Marla Deschenes
Inspiration piece
The click of the keyboard fills the otherwise silent house
This house without heart
Without softest whispers to twitch as night approaches.
Only plastic and the twisted curling cords
Snakelike, enveloping your haven slowly,
Crossing hidden under carpets and through walls.
A welcomed honored guest,
Bringing information at the speed of molton sound.
I stand dripping with the oppressive summer heat
Wondering how we will remove ourselves from the earth,
Only to glance at it in photos
On a rapidly aging screen.
Thunder calls my name in the distance.
The trees outside shake and bend in the dance of rain drops.
I imagine the anger of the Mother at us all
Crashing in as wind and cold water and blackened skies
For all that we have done to maim her.
Her heart still beats for us
But her anger is real and evident In her power.
And she will seek to take back that to which we believe we have claim.
This house will not stand in the future when I am gone
Our bones will be buried with mechanical parts
And the earth will ended up cleaned
Leaving only the most resilient creatures
And not us.
Never us.
3 Comments
Great imagery in the art and the poem. Textured in every sense of the word.
Both beautiful, quite enchanting. I love the wistful look on this mermaid’s face. I think she will be my Muse, to get me off this computer. Her face says it all.
It’s so true and beautifully expressed – us, Mother Earth, technology. The silence, the lack of communication, the transformation of communication… and how it is all going to end. I could spend HOURS studying this “partnership” of picture-poem.