Cloak life in blue butterflies.
Pursue it like Venus,
wild, sometimes cruel.
Love it to addiction,
built inside screens of light,
a beloved prison
a kaleidoscopic lens
to skirt the real world.
Hovering digital spies parse through social media.
Algorithms search for a marketing niche.
Everything on Facebook is colored with sidebars of cash
proclaiming gods of commerce supreme.
Keep clicking.
Keep coming back.
Search for goods.
It’s almost Christmastime.
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The person who dies with the most toys,
still stops breathing.
Brenda Warren 2013
Excellent, love the final note!
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Love to addiction, that is just about right, Brenda. I am sorry for the late visit, I am fighting the flu again. However, it is almost vacation time and I really need it. Well done and it is nice to see you back with us, you have been missed, my friend.
Pamela
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Clever write Brenda – didn’t expect the turn at all. But it isn’t a turn but a removal of the gloss. And those ‘Hovering digital spies’ do so worry me – look at something somewhere and even on ‘professional’ sites I subscribe to, there it is, an ad for the fluffy jumper I viewed some ten minutes ago.
Love ‘The person who dies with the most toys,still stops breathing.’ – a perfect close!
Anna :o]
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Powerful ending!
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Brenda, I love this! Great use of the words….
http://thepoet-tree-house.blogspot.ca/2013/12/the-pursuit-of-love.html
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Oops! Brenda, your piece made so much sense. I also attacked the words from that angle but much more darkly and Christmas didn’t even get a mention. It is so easy to become the Christmas Grinch isn’t it?
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nice work….’tis the season
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Brenda, art and commerce side by side. I like “Love it to addiction,”.
Richard
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Welcome back. I like how the poem took a turn in the middle. Well done. 🙂
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Strong write with not a wasted word.
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The blue butterflies immediately reminded me of blue blossoms climbing a tree (your image on FB). Strong voice, singing its own song, dancing to music of its own making. Brava!
Elizabeth
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‘a beloved prison that becomes
a kaleidoscopic lens
to skirt the real world.’ ~ truth for most…
~ Glad, Brenda you back to writing. Thanks for juicy words!
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The ending is a real right-jab!
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I like it!!!
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“Cloak life in blue butterflies” got me.
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Yes, I’m with JCN – the ending packs a wallop 🙂
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Brilliant take on the words, Brenda! “Cloak life in blue butterflies,” is wonderful. And I love: “a beloved prison that becomes
a kaleidoscopic lens
to skirt the real world.”
Sending you warm Christmas greetings. Many thanks for all you do to keep the Whirl going! xox
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I love those blue butterflies..they lead us to magical places..
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Very good, Brenda. Technology changes everything. I am loving the wordle words these past few weeks.
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Excellent. I never look at the FB ads. Now WordPress is doing the same. Grrr.
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I love the ending!
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