A P O E M W I T H N O T H O U G H T
W R I T T EN B Y EMR Y W IL L I A M S ' 2 8
Poetry is full of meaning and laughter
But what if it was made by computers
Would there be meaning?
Or just auto generated banter
Pixels made to act like Humans
But no modern tool can create a Human's message
No freedom, joy, and meaning
Is made by something with no feelings
Yes, computers are smart
But I believe you have to have a heart to be able to create your own art
Z E R O T O A C R O W
W R I T T EN B Y I S A B EL PA P P ' 2 4
Today I learned that
crows understand the concept of zero.
They know lack of.
They know longing.
But what has a crow to lose?
The trinkets they clutch in their talons,
seeing the stars and dropping
the pennies that looked just like it?
The water at the base of bird-baths,
waving away sparrows from what they want
until their beaks hit the dry stone?
Each other, mid flight and sudden,
bird hearts knowing that their bird loves are gone
leaving bird minds desperate for the space they aren't filling?
Maybe it was just in them.
No one taught a spider to weave,
nor a beaver to build.
Maybe some creatures are just born
with loss in their bones.
Monkeys, men, bees,
crows.
But only we gave it a name.
Only we put it on the mantel.
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