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30 May 2009

Inner Workings

Prompt: looking below the surface

My electronic washing machine
sings to me when it’s finished a load.
My doorbell too, when pressed,
regales me with a tune.
And every mobile phone
sounds its personal music.

What does this express –
a pleasant conceit, or hubris?
To what do we aspire
in making our digital world?
Was not the Universe
created by a tone?
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2 comments:

  1. Anonymous31 May 2009 at 03:45

    Nice. I like how the musicality of the poem suits the music being discussed.

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade31 May 2009 at 12:28

    Thanks for noticing! :)

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