the future, the moment & yesterday walk into a bar…
The poem of the future will be smaller.
It will fit in the palm of your hand,
on your wrist, in your ear.
The poem of the future will not need
bulky batteries or cumbersome wires.
It will be powered by moonlight and weed.
The poem of the future will be automatic.
It will go for months without routine maintenance.
It will be faster, smoother, with a digital tick.
The poem of the future will be lighter.
It will be made of plastics and exotic metals.
It will be available in hundreds of shapes and colors.
The poem of the future will make our lives true.
It will perform in a second what it takes
the poem of the present a day to do.
The poem of the future will talk to us.
It will say things like “Buy IBM,” and “Be my friend,”
and “Pulvis et umbra sumus.”
The Poem of the Future by J.R. Solonche
we are made of light and shadows
the end of the world is always coming
tomorrow is always a chance to begin again
let us do the hard thing
let us live our highest and best lives
give all your deepest love to your people
inhabit all your souls burning passions
share your most important truths with everyone you meet
sing songs to remember the life you have lived
pay attention to this moment
remember this moment is your life
celebrate every little thing with joy
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me,-
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty
Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
This is my letter to the World… by Emily Dickinson