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Poem: Tag
Not sure quite yet what I think of this one. It may get some more tweaking later. As always concrit is welcome and appreciated.
Tag
meta-tagging seems so new
but we've been doing it for millennia
objects around us collecting
associations, walls absorbing memories
virtual tags are easier perhaps
for organizing, for understanding
analog tags are unseen but felt
a mystery to be explored
you feel these tags in the well worn
lines of a bed frame that's borne
three generations, love and warmth
illness, nightmares and comfort
You see them in the strange quirks
of old houses, the choices made
remnants of lives lived, haunting
intangible memories--if these walls could talk
I've seen them in a friend's room
in her parents' house, such a shrine
to her life: childhood, teen, adult-everything
tagged by emotion, memory, dream
It is strange what we choose to tag and carry
what makes it through our adventures with us
For me it is a small collection of oddities
a few bits of art, a smallish book collection
photos, trinkets, magnets, bookmarks
old friends full of memories and dreams
These are the bits that mean something to me
these are the bits that are tagged to hell and back
#need a laugh?, #omg-remember when?,
#dumbass attacks happen to everyone
#family is more than blood, #you are loved
ethereal tags fill the space in a home
they give weight and substance to a home,
provide it character, make memories
a little easier to find. You know your own
but must guess at others'.
Felt but not known. You can guess,
speculate, wonder, or, if you are lucky
take a chance and ask questions.
Maybe they'll share their tags with you.
Some day our inquiries might not
be needed; we'll add digital tags
to the analog world and glasses
or phones will let us read them.
It's already happening, fledgling tech exists
but sometimes it's more fun
to "read" the analog and use that
to start a conversation.
Tag
meta-tagging seems so new
but we've been doing it for millennia
objects around us collecting
associations, walls absorbing memories
virtual tags are easier perhaps
for organizing, for understanding
analog tags are unseen but felt
a mystery to be explored
you feel these tags in the well worn
lines of a bed frame that's borne
three generations, love and warmth
illness, nightmares and comfort
You see them in the strange quirks
of old houses, the choices made
remnants of lives lived, haunting
intangible memories--if these walls could talk
I've seen them in a friend's room
in her parents' house, such a shrine
to her life: childhood, teen, adult-everything
tagged by emotion, memory, dream
It is strange what we choose to tag and carry
what makes it through our adventures with us
For me it is a small collection of oddities
a few bits of art, a smallish book collection
photos, trinkets, magnets, bookmarks
old friends full of memories and dreams
These are the bits that mean something to me
these are the bits that are tagged to hell and back
#need a laugh?, #omg-remember when?,
#dumbass attacks happen to everyone
#family is more than blood, #you are loved
ethereal tags fill the space in a home
they give weight and substance to a home,
provide it character, make memories
a little easier to find. You know your own
but must guess at others'.
Felt but not known. You can guess,
speculate, wonder, or, if you are lucky
take a chance and ask questions.
Maybe they'll share their tags with you.
Some day our inquiries might not
be needed; we'll add digital tags
to the analog world and glasses
or phones will let us read them.
It's already happening, fledgling tech exists
but sometimes it's more fun
to "read" the analog and use that
to start a conversation.