Hyperlapse

Thoughts upon technology and the unfolding flower.

Awaken oh flowers of morning.
Help me forget that incessant snoring,
Of evenings slumber, now just past,
While coffee brews within the flask.
A face reflected. Mine?
I am aghast!

Author's Note

Flowers opening timelapse from David de los Santos Gil on Vimeo.

Reviews

[Cryingkate]

Are you sure this is about "Thoughts upon technology and the unfolding flower."

I surely think it is more about being bored and even bored with self.
Hmm....
Serves you right, having coffee with no Flowers. Why you didn't pour me any?
Why would a flower share your morning without coffee?
For what I ask? So when we both look into the flask we both see aghast?

[Tam Warink]

Um, yea, pretty sure. ;-) After all there is a time lapse video of flowers unfolding. I will admit to a certain degree of boredom as I was reading the inspirational new byte on the geeky new iPhone app that does this. I guess this is what happens to any attempts at poetry BEFORE coffee, huh? ;-) ...and believe me, had you been in-proxima I would have certainly offered you a cup. Then we could have transferred our persona into the coffee and the flower so the time that followered would have been as pleasant as a summer shower. (I HAD to rhyme SOMETHING, didn't I? O_O )

[Cryingkate]

Indeed, and intrigued
By what you see
on that phone app, versus TV
Could it be the life of me
On that thing someday we see
You sharing coffee or Tea
With little ole' me? :-)

[Cryingkate]

Perhaps out of beat and maybe rhyme but not too shabby for so little time :-)
Wondering what would become of lines
If we sat on the porch with a pen and wine?

[Tam Warink]

Well, only a chapter or two might tell
Upon the swing, just you and I, scribbling
Pens in hand, ink upon paper dribbling
But to be fair then know and know full well

A special ink use I, for when I think
An then select with care the words and views
Often then do a few teardrops fall too
Bonding with paper, the tears and the ink

Running, flowing as at a river's crest
A many-colored passion, in season
Straining for release, knowing no reason
A lexicon of life bursts seeking rest

So, you and I, the wine of life, the swing
Our thoughts and conversation meandering
With Autumn frosts and winter gathering
Must have patience to then endure such things

[Cryingkate]

Aye ! Dear writing friend
Think I know what ink and pen
When thou sits, with single, eye and ear
And writes from what, the muse you hear

As now I draweth close at heart
Twained and share most secret parts
Visions strolling,passing by
Reflections of this earthly life

Weights in measure, Joys and Tears
Bloodshed,sorrow,hopes and fears
Victory's and wasted years
Triumph Light,darkness,near

Upon the porch on glider/swing
singing songs while Thunder rings
We'll tip our glass and toast with wine
Of days of light, soon coming by

Till light of days
Do reach us friend
We'll hold our thoughts
and winds withstand

Drumming beats, on whispered winds
Drums a tune, it's all within.

[zephyr]

How odd? I find that coffee usually makes everything and everyone look better. Save the children; give me coffee. Witty ditty, here. Mr. Warink

[Kleio13]

ahahaha this inspires to write accordign to Elizabethan times. I think you saw yourself in the flask and didn`t recognized your beauty. Awesome write.

[Tam Warink]

Heh! Thank you for reading Kleio! You're correct. It was my own reflection. Thank goodness "beauty" is in the eye of the beholder, right? ;-) I'll be very interested to read your Elizabethan inspirations!!

[Kleio13]

Hahaha. Yes indeed although my belief is in the eye of truth. And I surprisingly haven't written any yet. I might have some stored somewhere.

[Mr.Boffin]

great piece....made me smile :)

[Tam Warink]

Thank you, Mr. Boffin.

[Frieda P]

You need to get to the coffee sooner Tam, life's little quirks are so much more receptive then, at least you live longer than those flowers bloom, they only get a season, pretty or not...

[Tam Warink]

Frieda, my dearest... you're right. The quicker the coffee the longer lasts the bloom! Thank you so much for the read! :)

[Frieda P]

Of course I'm right, I'm a woman you silly man. :) Have missed you....

[Tam Warink]

Haha! Indeed you are! I am like the genie in the lamp. Rub a little and out I come. (I can't believe I just wrote that.)

[Frieda P]

Ha I could say so much :) ....do I get three wishes?

[Tam Warink]

If you're trying to get me all a-sputtering you're doing a darn good job, m'lady Frieda! {blush}

[Frieda P]

A-sputtering? I hope that's good. ;)

[Tam Warink]

Have you ever sputtered, Frieda? It is the most wonderful thing ever a child can do. I recommend it with a mouthful of milk and cookies! :)

[Frieda P]

I try not to hon...it gets rather messy, but be my guest, and sputter to your heart's content. :)

[Tam Warink]

I have seen two kids, eating milk and cookies, chatting about nothing in particular and then one will say something funny and the other one cracks up "sputtering." The first time it quite contagious but your correct, it gets rather messy. =^o^=

[Frieda P]

I agree, but they look very cute when they do, they'll be hauling me away as it is soon....

[Pryde Foltz]

Haha … all that and before you morning coffee. Technology makes strange flowers, I think:)
100 cyber daffodils for you.

[Tam Warink]

I must confess, it is now becoming rather apparent that there is some unseen (and wildly interpreted) connection between the poetry and the accompanying video. Something I did not anticipate. Thank you, Pryde. I accept your 100 cyber daffodils and raise you a querulous katydid.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

technology runs amok...soon the flowers will only bloom in cyberspace...they will all be mechanical...and rely on electric rain...

[Tam Warink]

Uh, uh, ... well, uh... I think they call that a dystopian future or something like that, Jacob. Gosh, I hope not. Thanks for the review! :)

[MomzillaNC]

Oh, mornings can be so startling! Some days, it seems there's a stranger looking back at me from the mirror. Great poem.

You might like my poem, "Sweet Addiction" which is about the way I face those startling mornings! :D

[Tam Warink]

Haha! Yes, I just might like it. Think I'll hop over there right now and give it a read. Thanks, MomzillaNC! :)

[MomzillaNC]

You're welcome.