B.C. [Before Computers]
by Clara Mae Gregory
Across the plains of time
The breeze shimmers the wheat
Among the cedars speckling the prairie.
On the brim of this ocean of earth,
Toothpick tall telephone poles
Crucify the ghosts lost in the era,
Filling the void with obsolete souls.
I can still hear their voice’s echo
In the cusp of technology,
Ringing in my ears,
The present future’s new birth.
Posted on 10/29/2013
Copyright © 2020 Clara Mae Gregory
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 10/30/13 at 09:51 PM|
"Toothpick tall telephone poles
Crucify the ghosts lost in the era" - my favorite lines.
|Posted by George Hoerner on 10/31/13 at 11:27 PM|
Oh yes, sooner rather than later and maybe already, I will be one of those obsolete souls. But then some say I have no soul. Good write lady. Some claim that in two years or so the TV sets will be obsolete. But I think that only applies to those people rich enough to buy all the last "things".
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 11/11/13 at 12:54 AM|
I really like the idea of dividing time socially and technologically as BC (before computers). Definitely food for thought here Clara Mae.
|Posted by Peter Humphreys on 11/13/13 at 09:01 AM|
Simply magnificent. Peter
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 11/25/13 at 01:18 PM|
technology has a tendency first to heighten the senses and then dull them in time, and I must say, we are living, as far as senses are concerned, in rather dull times, although all the flashy appearances would seem to indicate otherwise. yet despite the sensual lull I always marvel at the creative process which is quite evident here.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 01/16/18 at 06:56 PM|
Toothpick tall telephone poles... reminds me of the many trips we've taken to the west and seeing those signs of the "old technology" in the distance across the prairie. Lots to think about here, for example, "...obsolete souls." Thanks for this almost mesmerizing piece, my friend.