WC Roberts

Obscured Contact

deep
field
lovers
hug, lay back
marveling at stars
that scintillate in cryptic code

lost in our atmospheric soup
their twilight secrets
are whispered
and we
don’t
hear

so
it
goes on
looking for
the contact ready
or is it fanciful thinking?

this search for intelligent life
to evolve strangely
from our own
failure
to
thrive

a backward glance; we would find our better halves, and sing

 

 

Poetry written by WC Roberts; read by Robert C. Eccles; music and layered beats composed by No1zShadow; produced by John C. Mannone

WC Roberts lives in a mobile home up on Bixby Hill, on land that was once the county dump. The only window looks out on a ragged scarecrow standing in a field of straw and dressed in WC's own discarded clothes. WC dreams of the desert, of finally getting his first television set, and of ravens. Above all, he writes, and has had poems published in Strange Horizons, Apex, Space & Time Magazine, Shock Totem, Silver Blade, Liquid Imagination, Scifaikuest, Star*Line and others.


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Posted in Issue 14, Poetry

Published by Silver Blade on 21 May 2012

2 Comments

  1. samina says:
    May 29, 2012 at 3:07 am

    wc roberts poetry.obscured contact is really amazing….

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  2. Introduction to Issue 14 Poetry | Silver Blade Magazine says:
    September 18, 2012 at 2:47 pm

    [...] “Obscured Contact” is a mathematic and visual poem, which is cleverly symmetrical (except deliberately the last line). Each line has a prime number of words (1,2,3,5,7,9,11,13…) as well as a Fibonacci sequence of syllables (1,1,2,3,5,8,13…) A Fibonacci drumbeat is overlaid separately composed music. (Poetry written by WC Roberts; read by Robert C. Eccles; music and layered beats composed by No1zShadow; produced by JCM) [...]

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