The blue of my eyes/Original poem – [100 Days poetry challenge (Day 39)]
The blue of my eyes
Hours, minutes, seconds of pass only with a device
in a virtual world.
I watch everything.
Faces that I see
Faces that I forget
Asthenopia
makes its appearance
The flicker moves away,
The dry eyes that remain with impetus,
disturbs an addicted relationship
What do we know?
What will be the end?
Smart glasses
floating on the table
at night
And a satisfied person
With Herself
Separator
Poetry written for (100 Day Poetry Challenge) organized by @d-pend made for Steemit School
4/14/18
Reading notes: Beginner
Original by @corderosiete
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Day 1 sea-of-forgetfulness Day 2 traditional-fishermen Day 3 river-goblins Day 4 persistence-mirror Day 5 in-the-apse Day 6 sea-mermaid Day 7 shore-fisherman Day 8 my-wild-guitar Day 9 desolation Day 10 desolation II Day 11 Anthem to the sea Day 12 I'm strange in my city Day 13 solemn-desert Day 14 World of poets Day 15 Sorrow Day 16 Hero of love Day 17 agony of an existence Day 18 One day later Day 19 before dawn Day 20 naughty dog Day 21 Exact time Day 22 between crosses Day 23 footprints in the sea Day 24 Flowers Day 25 Uncertainty Day 26 Time chains Day 27 Melancholia Day 28 The call Day 29 On the edge of time Day 30 Friend Day 31 A day at the sea Day 32 Good morning sunshine Day 33 Ancestral tree Day 34 To the light of the moon Day 35 Remembrances Day 36 Road to success Day 37 For the poet Day 38 Resilience
Good poetry based on the awareness of the transformation in human exchanges. The survival in virtual platforms that brings satisfactions, but also the detachment of the physical relations, the emotional distances, the new forms of interaction based on the meticulous review of the contribution of all following with interest, that wears out the sight and the dream, turning "blue" look, like the title of the poem, metaphor that calls dreams.
Thank you sister. Best impossible explanation. I congratulate you.
Loved the art and words. Excellent:)
Thank you prydefoltz friend
You killed it cordero good job your poetry speaks about desperate times calling for desperate measures
Greetings dear friend