Trimeric poem
In the dome, thoughts constellate in spaces dark and void of air,
Neurons lighting up, as pixels in an infinite code,
Programming which downloads a language unknown, and prone to glitches,
An arcade of concepts consternate in phrases which won’t translate,
Neurons lighting up, as pixels in an infinite code,
8bit figments, which fragment and implode into black holes,
Bred on bright flashes, dopamine rich colours, and catchy soundbites,
Programming which downloads a language unknown, and prone to glitches,
Words attacking my brain do not compute - troubleshoot, reboot,
Firing up, extraterrestrial pondering descends as space invaders,
An arcade of concepts consternate in phrases which won’t translate,
Utilising tools, upgrading dictionary and thesaurus,
A nebula of ionised words, nouns, adjectives and verbs, to explore...
© Darius the Mate
Written for dVerse.
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This is very cool, to use the long lines and the terminology of software development… is that your profession maybe?
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Far from it actually, I’m not particularly techie – more of an outdoorsman.
It’s been interesting to see everyone’s interpretation of the poem. It was intended to be wholly metaphorical, with the limitless quality of space contrasted against cyberspace’s equally infinite scope, liken to the unquantifiable data the human brain process, everyday.
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Darius,
There’s a pixelated constellation of exquisite phrases here, bu this one stood out for me: “An arcade of concepts consternate in phrases which won’t translate.” Just a pleasure to read.
pax,
dora
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Thank you Dora 🙂
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Wow Darius this was like reading an adventure into a digital wonderland. I enjoyed the heck out of it. Well written!
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Thank you Rob! That means a lot.
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I loved “like pixels in an infinite code”…it is just so expansive!
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Thank you Stine! 😄
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This is absolutely brilliant! Especially like; “An arcade of concepts consternate in phrases which won’t translate.” 🙂
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Thank you Sanaa
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Love your trimeric! My son is a techie … I love how you seamlessly inserted words many may not recognize. Cheers!
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Thank you Helen 🤓
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you’ve chosen such special words and creative concept here. well done.
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Thank you so much A Reading Writer
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Wonderful and unusual poetic vocabulary of the modern world here Darius:
‘In the dome, thoughts constellate in spaces dark and void of air,’ – that says it all to me. So much information out there, that it almost has a life of its own…
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Thank you Ingrid, it’s a joy to be constantly expanding vocabulary, and then putting it into good use.
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Whew, this reads like my work, smiles. I appreciate how the programming of data and its glitching process is wielded into poetry. Thanks for joining in.
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Thank you for hosting Grace, I very much enjoyed (and benefitted) from this form.
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💃🕺🏻
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Really interesting and thought provoking. I feel I should share this with the computer nerds in my family, particularly my brother who is a programmer. He always disliked the literature or humanities classes that I loved. Perhaps, this is a poem he can appreciate! 🙂
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Thanks Susan. I hope he likes it.
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I think he will. I may have made him sound like he doesn’t enjoy reading. That’s not true. He just didn’t appreciate much of the assigned reading in those types of classes. 🙂
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We all have our interests.
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True. He’s good at what he does. I’m often calling him with my tech problems. 😛
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