What is it to process signals?
oh you, mere observer.
the burden I put on you
to mind more on moments few
and keep her close
simply shows
love outgrows
and overflows
if tried.
for you, dear observer.
There isn't much time left.
the treasury has been bereft
of her and her's
golden years
are now over.
four leaved clover
has dried.
do you care observer?
she's not here but memories are
the joys, peace, adventures, scars
is she gone at all?
who is that seeps and crawl?
in your face and empty halls?
the meaning will enthrall
if you get the joke she once implied.
We will explore the world of signals and systems in series of poems and their applications in real world.
This is my day 4 entry of the 100 days of poetry by @d-pend from SteemitSchool.
This is a poem that was busy the rhymic flow was like a rollercoaster ride in the twilight zone, I scrambled to read between the line found meaning in some stanza after the fact, the way it is written caused a crazy delay in my comprehending the piece and then seconds later I found myself saying oh I get it. This poem had layers and dimensions. Well done @figuringoutsrn