Film Photography > Poetry

Entertained on my phone
Not different from anyone else.

Shimmering of a bee hive in the blink of an eye
Protect your tears from long goodbyes.

A ship sails above the horizon line
Afloat in the clouds in my eyes,

Am I dreaming?
Are you in my dream along the cosmic stream?
Careened your finger in a strand of my hair

Near the river of despair.

Let the robot dog outside
A branch falls from a dead tree,
The dog does not perceive nature

Its Humanity heart in this reprieve.

One day AI will be writing all the poems
And no one will be there to hear them

I leave one for you
Called sentient feeling.

Francis A Willey


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