Surprisingly, Silicon Valley provides great material for poetry. Who would have thought a poem about storage would not crash and the combination of biotechnology and dog shows would make sense?
PRLog - Jun 29, 2013 - MOUNTAIN VIEW, Calif. -- Silicon Valley is a transient place. Entrepreneurs fall in love with ideas, date venture capitalists, have first dates that go wildly wrong with VCs, obsess about technologies and people, succeed and more often fail - it's a lot like real life without technology.
Silicon Valley Poems is a collection of poems (published as Kindle book appropriately) with humorous poems about love, life and loss with the twist that technology makes a frequent appearance in the collection.
Memory Offload
There will come a day
When my extra-memory
Stored aboard the box in front of me
Will go down for eternity
And you will lose a part of me.
There will come a day
When change occurs
Memories will disappear
And backups fail
Then I will come to you for aid
Seeking your long term memory
There will come another day
I'll look for you
And all you mean to me
But you will have gone away
Along with your recall of everything
We've shared
Goldfish as Friends
The Hotel Monaco San Francisco
At www.hotelmonaco.com
Is proud to proclaim
Its 201 guest rooms 32 suites
Some with a two person spa-tub.
Complimentary goldfish are available
For company
On request
I suppose my
room CD player
Will permit romantic and raucous
Swimming and partying music
And the room voice mail
Allows you not to take a call
While frolicking with fish
But I find it difficult to imagine
Taking along my fish
To the complimentary
Evening wine reception
And wonder whether
They would let my new found friend
Into the hotel pool.
All in all I am very sure
I would have regrets
About the hotel steam room
Unless I were Cantonese
California Weaving
It begins with the beauty
Vegetation
Grass, the spring flowers, summer blossoms,
the green trees oasis-like in the golden hills
The almost perpetual blue sky.
Then there is the freeway
With
Unfamiliar exits
Mysterious houses
Billboards and signs
Uncertain links and futures.
Over time
Each cloverleaf, entrance, exit, intersection
Reveals different edges
Its own itinerary of goal and hope
Observations and amusements
Destinations reached and destinations lost
Adds itself
Like tendrils from a vine
Spreading…
Past visuals link to today’s direction.
Past purpose
Past people
A web of time
Underlaid beneath today’s route
A fourth dimension extending
The archeology of my travel
Deepening
Reconstructing
But not yet a new Troy
Though Helen has left
And the last rebuilt Troy has burned down
And Odysseus has been a long time on the freeway.
Shared tendrils exchange histories
Shared histories tenderly tip toeing into a mesh
Repairing, replacing two vines savagely torn down
A fault in the city architecture and expectation
That went undetected
Until too late.
It’s always easier rebuilding
If you can forget the rich loss of deep connections
And enjoy the neural net construction project.
With time a spell is woven.
Poetry copyright Alistair Davidson 2003. All rights reserved.
Alistair Davidson is strategic and business development consultant who done several software startups and is a contributing editor to Strategy and Leadership magazine.
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