she measures her beauty in frequencies,
a skin rich in static
as the signals call her name,
the sounds roll homeward, a cancerous sigh,
velvet voices spanning a hundred tongues.
they lended her their ears
as she spoke -- an electric oratory
swallowing itself whole.
well, there was news,
fresher by morning
a romance of speech and song
in which euphoric daylight divided
from yellowed newsprint,
burning withevery spoken word made real,
hereafter--
until a strange synthesis hits
some deep poetic something,
until we watch her die before our eyes
and forever mourn in technicolor,
the audience will be listening.
Author notes
Wow, it's about the radio.
And how video hadn't come along and spoiled our fun.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Clever and creative... easy to follow too. Yet intricate and complex.
Your personification was excellent.
I myself, have personified a radio before in one of my poems. It's even posted on here.
So I'm not sure if it is totally original.. then I am thinking how could have you known that someone else has personified a radio before? So.. I'm putting myself in your shoes.
Still, you did very good. Let's just see what the other judges think.
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Damn...I'm so very screwed
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