A World without Walls

Weaving words together
a patchwork quilt of life
we connect to the net via lines
which (to some) have become
their own real life-lines

but, are we the spider or
are we the fly?

We used to need billions
of wires, cables and things
now we connect through invisible

Strings of on-going wonder.

We’ve opened so many windows
where knowledge freely flows
and, running compatible versions
meet and greet each other in this
virtual reality.

The dog looks me in the eye
…he wants
yet, I have seen to his all needs
now wish to see to mine.

The softest sound
is the click of my pen
as I ready nib for paper
It’s satisfying to fill empty lines
even with scribbles from this
wandering mind.

Strange how the past can touch
the present and even the future if
we don’t pack it into a box
label it:
‘To be visited again…one day’
put it away

wouldn’t it be wonderful
if instead of opening windows
we could have a
world without walls.


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Shared with dVerse Poets Meeting the Bar: Postmodern (Prose)

Author: Daydreamer

I live on a beautiful island in Atlantic Canada.

27 thoughts on “A World without Walls”

  1. oh my, yes. i do think the internet has brought us one step closer to that, so many connections are possible, but at the same time, i think we still need to catch up with what that means for us socially… it is all still evolving. and if i could like outside, in a literal world without walls, i would.

  2. Yes, yes, YES, Y E S !
    “but, are we the spider or
    are we the fly?”

    Love this, Bren. It is a poem I wish I had written, and I love you for creating it!

  3. really really nice.

    Strange how the past can touch
    the present and even the future if
    we don’t pack it into a box
    label it:
    ‘To be visited again…one day’
    put it away

    LOVED this.

  4. All of it comes back around and toches us in one way or another, so much online can be done, some of it is scary though haha

  5. A little bit creepy, becoming our “real life-lines”. I enjoy the net for its resourcefulness and community and prospects. It’s sort of a portal though, we have to find a balance, how much we want to feed it or feed from it.

  6. Excellent poem, Bren. “The softest sound is the click of my pen.” So nicely said, draws the mind to deep thoughts.

  7. i want it…and i dont want it….i like my walls…and sometimes i cant breathe…..sigh…

    fabulous write..

  8. Oh yes freedom beyond the walls… now I wish I did go fishing with my hubby and son… it’s such a beautiful day here. Very thought provoking poem.

  9. Having a world without walls would be the best world ever. Your wording in every line is sheer loveliness

  10. Past can touch present, present can touch future indeed. Everything is so much interconnected, isn’t it? Bren, a world without walls would be quite a world. Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

  11. This poem embraces on of my favorite tenets (wait I said there weren’t any – haha) of postmodern poetry: anything can be the subject. I like how you intersect the lines here, showing how they cross but also run parallel. Yet how much more beautiful to follow the path of a cloud than a line from A to B in a free exchange of ideas, energy, and connections. As if the free association of the mind is expanding to encompass the world. Folding in upon itself so that past/present/future coexist. Thought provoking and beautiful!

  12. Hmm, interesting your prosey poem in response to the prompt. A world without walls, there’s a thought.

  13. i like the idea of a world without walls….and interesting comparison to the web….i guess the one thing there is we open ourselves but then because we cant see we never really know how much of the other we are really getting…

  14. a world without walls would be cool.. i really love the online world with its possibilities but sometimes i just need to disconnect and roll in the grass…smiles

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