October 11, 2018

Connections in Code

Connections in Code

A poem for the IndieWeb

Stuck in the deep web
Many words not shared
What lays beneath
Can connect us all.

What lays beneath
The hard edges of our words
Lying at the back of our throat
Swallowing pride.

Love sits messily
On our shoulders
Unspoken words
Molding our being.

Unspoken code
Not written to be read
Smothers the digitality
Creating hidden landscapes.


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Stuck in the deep web
Many words not shared
What lays beneath
Can connect us all.

What lays beneath
The hard edges of our words
Lying at the back of our throat
Swallowing pride.

Love sits messily
On our shoulders
Unspoken words
Molding our being.

Unspoken code
Not written to be read
Smothers the digitality
Creating hidden landscapes.
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The Jury - Haiku Death Match

I
Chosen from the many
What is your occupation?
Too late. Now sworn in.

II
Dirty laundry spread
Stories clog and fog my brain
It's winter time in court.

III
No verdict (whispered)
GUILT - bounding off polished walls
Season of locked doors

Wendy Taleo
CC BY ND NC

Part of the Red Dirt Poetry Festival, 2018.