Poems on Hope and The Twittering Machine

Dear Friends,

 

I'd like to invite you to take flight with the December episode of the Viewless Wings Poetry Podcast, hosted by James Morehead, Poet Laureate of Dublin, California. The episode includes my poems, A Question of Hope and The Twittering Machine. Below are the paintings that inspired the poems and the poem texts. To listen these recordings, along with five other poets sharing their poems, all of us offering a few thoughts behind the poems before reading, click here to find "Six Poets Recite" on the Viewless Wings Poetry Podcast. :)

A Question of Hope by George Frederic Watts (1886)

The Twittering Machine by Paul Klee (1922)

A Question of Hope

 Inspired by “Hope” by George Fredric Watts (1886)

 

Hope is blind-

folded, leaning in

 

breathing softly

listening

 

for the broken

lyre’s secret truth

 

holding on

with all she has

 

imagining, creating,

unlocking key notes

 

with the shred of a string

on the thread of a ring

 

of plucky little plinks

scaling up to the brink

 

circling back for the lost

harmonious chords

 

becoming the music,

the quiet, the breath

 

the embodiment

of curiosity

 

a question mark

spinning, exposed

 

on the outskirts

of the spinning globe…

 

 

- Published as part of the Viewless Wings Podcast.

The Twittering Machine

 

Inspired by “The Twittering Machine” by Paul Klee (1922)

 

 

Not since Father Time and Mother Nature

invested in a mom-and-pop shop

 

employing watch and bird makers       
to hatch the cuckoo clock

 

have we had such a fine-feathered invention

as the twittering machine—a mastery at last

 

of nature and machinery, of man-made

natural beauty, harnessing the birdsongs

 

churning them out, each modified by

the whirling worlds of spin they’re in

 

edgy, wired, spring loaded

in keeping with the times

 

wound up and spun by cranks

and twitter machine operators

 

who now run an online world-wide

human-sized twittering machine—

 

of people tied to the lines through spins

and twists as it cranks views and moods

 

altering the songs of the people on the wire

and the discordant disharmonies of the choir

 

as the spit takes spin and no one remembers

the old ways of being or feeling or

 

what the birds sounded like

before.

 

-       by Linda Eve Diamond

 

 

- Published as part of the Viewless Wings Podcast.

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With warmest wishes for a beautiful holiday season,

 

Linda Eve

 

 

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