Reading
I read my mind every morning.
The stream of words pouring forth from
wherever they have spent the night scheming as to how
they will conquer the new day, and the mind
thats keeps them from the world.
One grey matter headline screams,
Kids Dont Read, and my imagination wonders
at the loss of childhood to the great mouth of the screen
that sucks dry the joyful wonder
of innocence lost in play.
I read my way through each day
as the memes and their words seek freedom
from the confines of the oh too small a forgotten country
that is my mind. Thoughts queue for boarding
the flights of fancy thus created.
The Baroness Professor has shown
how the brains of children change. Quicker to
process information but losing the memory to hold a poem
close to their heart and so whisper it
in the ear of their first love.
I read too much and closing my eyes
close the book and magazines and papers of
my mind. Where-upon the memes change their wardrobe and
strut the stage of mind in images of dream
and contemplative meditation.
Everyone has a story to write
and poems of anything fill the pages of
everywhere till the novels of all time pile up like walls
between the hearts of the writers sitting
texting to those next to them.
If everyone writes everyday
who is left to read those daily words marked
with stars of popularity and ranked according to how many
clicks have echoed across the keyboards
of machine and pad and phone.
We are all only human
with predilictions for popularity and approval
yet with capacity for relationships far fewer than our memes
would have us believe. The family and the village
are the who we really are.
You, reading this, Thank You.
For taking the time to let these thoughts of mine;
into your life, perhaps to change who you are forever.
Letting them meld into the matrix of who
your memes want you to become.
Read as if there is nothing left,
to read in a world choking on every memes
drive to reproduce and evolve faster in a survival of the
fittest that will propel their offspring down the ages;
leaving vast legacies of thought.
YOU ARE READING
Change the World
PoetryPoems about changing the world by being true to ourselves and expressing who we really are through the things we do in every day life. So we can reclaim our strength and overcome the inequity and stupidity of the crass and greedy.
