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Poetry 365: The Internet Of Things

The Internet Of Things

By: Meena Rose

It looms on the horizon,
This Star Trek talk of streamed bits;
Humans in absentia.

Information tallied, decisions made;
Actions taken on your behalf;
You’re non the wiser.

When binary bandits abound and
Pilfer packets midair,
More than identity is at stake.

Hosted clouds rain down
Information – a horde of bits
That can predict your next move.

I shall invest
In becoming
An anomaly.

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Poetry 365: Endless Possibility

Endless Possibility

By: Meena Rose

After I’ve tweeted, pinned and liked
And slashed fruit like a ninja, I look up;

Thirty more minutes of pure wait time
And the phone chirps indicating it’s on its last breath;

I sigh and look around;
Time to go old school;

There’s people to watch, characters
To archive and moments to treasure;

I dip my paint brush into these moments
And paint the canvas of my existence.

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Poetry 365: Beyond Words

Beyond Words

By: Meena Rose

When words give way to emotions
And that sensation is then condensed,
I still have no words to describe
This form of being – the lushness, the fullness,
the I can hardly breathe but all is wellness.

So, instead, I breathe, for you and for me;
I breathe to exhale radiance and belonging;
I breathe and let go as the memories
Race towards a finish line beyond the horizon – the
Consciousness of this when and now.

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Magnetic Poetry and Dictionary Pages
Photo Credit: Natalie Roberts

Poetry 365: Sunday’s Gift

Sunday’s Gift

By: Meena Rose

I measure my life by the week;
Sunday nights I catch myself
Wondering about the incoming week;
The old one transits.

I look back and hold on to
Feelings that shimmer;
Wispy and ethereal;
A fading iridescence.

I breathe life into them again;
A prayer of gratitude upon my lips;
I cast off the week taking note of loose ends;
I chain one into the weave of my future.

Words, Post Election
Photo Credit: e_walk
Words, Post Election
Photo Credit: e_walk
Words, Post Election
Photo Credit: e_walk

Poetry 365: I Am A Myth

I Am A Myth

By: Meena Rose

I am a myth born out of
Stardust and water and
Willed intentions of a roving soul.

I am a myth whose history
Has been shrouded and diluted;
I continually rise to a destination, unknown.

I am a myth who fondles
The rich wet earth around me;
Still I call out to the sky.

I am a myth who has become
Occupied with the mundane;
Perfecting the nuances that must be unlearned.

I am a myth whose story
Has not yet been written;
Pen in hand, the ink takes over.

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Poetry 365: Gaia’s Midwife

Gaia’s Midwife

By: Meena Rose

She let life happen to her;
She had to accept and trust;
Yes, she who once
Ran with Sister Wolf – a lifetime
Ago since she’d lobbied for
Romulus and Remus.

She was stuck, in many ways;
Most annoyingly in rush hour traffic;
Nothing offered solace save for
The gleam of the silvered baby moon;
Soon she promised herself, soon
She’d toss decorum out the window

And how at the moon.

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