My response to the Monday poetry prompt.
The machine age brought ease, comfort, new ways to war and a race to space. What will be our epigraph when at last we destroy ourselves?
Author’s Note: Don’t mistake me for a luddite. Some of my favorite things are electricity, WiFi, my devices…. You get the picture. But I worry sometimes about the ethical implications brought about by the leading edge of science. As to what the epigraph will be, that’s up to some alien archeologists to figure out.
Good Tanka. Love the graphics.
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Thank you Pat!
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Good tanka, JM. I am a bit of a Luddite, but I’m a realist, too, so I do use technology. I just try to step away from it occasionally to give my poor brain a rest!
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Smart self care! I’m glad you liked the poem.
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Simply beautiful!
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Luisa you are too kind. π
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You’re highly welcome, JeanMarie π·
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As a poet, you’re perfectly qualified to speculate on what the alien archaeologists will write and I hope you’ll post it here.
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Ha ha. Yeah I guess I have as much right as anyone else to make a guess. But I think I shall leave that to other people. And I shall continue to wonder about the ordinary small things things in life that are still beautiful and complex.
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Nicely done !
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Thanks!
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Hmmm, I think it will be inscribed, “Silly people, life is for the grateful.”
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Good one! Thanks for answering the ineffable. ππ
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π You’re welcome!
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Beautiful tanka yes machine brings everything comfort, war! Thanks for sharing .π
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Thank you!
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Your poem is essential and elegant. I’m curious to read the others now. We are right on the edge of destruction. We must be united to counter this impending end.
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Thank you. These are certainly scary times.
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