Mired


Original digital hyperealistic art: “Gears of Possibility Stuck In Sands of Time”
by: rob kistner © 8/17/23

 

I’d like to make myself believe
the young man’s dream I dreamt
to change the world’s heart
to one of love for one another

I’d like to make myself believe
people are by nature good
that we can live in peace
making the world a better place

I’d like to make myself believe
universal understanding
is a common goal
for this planet’s people

I’d like to make myself believe
we’ve not lost our faith
in the sacrosanct ideals
of an elevated life

I’d like to make myself believe
tomorrow can be a new day
but tomorrow finally comes
and it’s the same old day

I’d like to make myself believe
but empty runs the hourglass
and I’ve heard the daily news
once more — it broke my heart

yes, I’d like to make myself believe
I’d like to, really believe it
but sometimes I really wonder
if such hope — is simply bullshit

sure, technology is exploding
driven by a worldwide race
I refer to progress of the human
tech and gadgets don’t wear my face

why do the gears of this progress
seem so very mired in place
as if time itself has broken
human progress has lost its pace

surely there must remain
at least a few grains
in the hourglass
of possibility

but where’s the steady hand
of truth and wisdom
to reach and turn it
to make it be


Original digital surrealistic art:
“Broken Time”
by: rob kistner © 8/17/23

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rob kistner © 8/17/23
Poetry at: dVerse


 


 

FYI : Below here is my digital abstract art piece, entitled “Folding Time”, whose core digital signature I code-manipulated, also employing additional verbal prompts, evolving it through a number of iterations, to create the two new digital art pieces you see above here, presented with my latest poem, “Mired”.

17 thoughts on “Mired”

  1. Very effective use of repetition in this poem, Rob, and memorable phrases, such as ‘empty runs the hourglass’ and ‘tech and gadgets don’t wear my face’. I don’t need much convincing.

    1. In the 20 years and On the multiple sites I have posted mu poetry I do not think we have met, but if we have, nice to see you again — if not, nice to meet you Frewin… 🙂

  2. You are so right. It feels like we are spiraling towards some sort of crash… I hope it can still be halted, but I do not believe so. Guess humankind is about to find out, what pushing a ‘reset-button’ feels like.
    Very nice take on the prompt. Emotional, honest and thought-provoking.

    1. Sometimes that is all we’re left with Melissa, and that is sad but fine, as long as we exhausted every possibility fighting like a Tasmanian devil for a worthwhile outcome.

  3. Very effective use of repetition in your poem. I myself always hope tomorrow is a new day…and am disappointed often. Yet hope is always there and I think that’s what comes through in your poem.

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