Poetry ~ Blurred

I am unable to focus.

It surrounds me,
chasing me from behind.
I plot its path forward.

Over analyzing,
I change direction,
but I’m unable
to elude it.

Immersed.

It is everywhere
and nowhere.
Constant yet elusive.

I obsess over it.
It ignores me.

We have
an intimate
relationship.

It is with
blurred vision
that I seek
and remain
enamored
with
the mysteries
of time.

“We blur the world to focus on it and blind ourselves to see.”
~ Carlo Rovelli, Physicist, on the nature of time

Poetry ~ The Metal Collars

They’ve termed them, “the metal-collars” the  robotic workers of our age an artificial workforce already on the stage.

It’s a troubling scenario, more prone to prose,
but this poet must expose it in a verse they don’t yet know. 

Can metal-collared robots replace humankind?
With artificial intelligence, they can replicate the mind.

But the heart is where true love and wisdom reside,
where artists and poets create with the tides. 

Machines and robots may take over our tasks
but there’s no human heart under their masks.

To be human is to feel, to love, and to dream,
to write poems, make art, write songs and to sing.

But what if this is the future that was meant to be?
What if metal-collared workers allow humans to be free?