Static Bloom

In the hum of broken neon,
where silence wears a digital mask,
a flower grows through the screen
petals glitching in time with forgotten songs.

No sun, no soil,
just code and longing,
rooted in ones and zeroes,
reaching for something real.

A bloom in static
brief, electric,
beautiful in its refusal
to crash.

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Human emotion versus technology and its buddies! Unless a person find beauty in techno, surely the heart, eyes and lips glisten and flutter in the glorious sight of Nature and all it offers. Free theatrical beauty in all its colours, scents and shapes.