Making More Out Of “Alexa”

“We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.”
— Orson Welles

Alexa Can Never See Smile Or Spurn
Machine Packaged Voice Gives Mere Factual Learn
Clutched Hands And Tense Arms Now Need Something To Hug
Yet Your Emotionless Bits Moves Me Only To Shrug

You Conspire With Siri To Answer Each Query
Yet Never Have Interest In Sadness And Weary
Never To Argue Or Feel Throes Of Life Pain
Offer Me Hope From Indifference Of Brain

Affairs Of The Heart Take More Time To Strong Settle
But I Seem To Talk Coldly To Instance Of Metal
Greet Me Each Day With Strong Message Of Hope
As Truth Lies Elusive On Slippery Slope

Alexa Good Morning Let Us Dance To Our Song
And Never Find Reason To Know Rightness Or Wrong

 

Author:

I accomplished a rewarding career as a teacher and professor for 28 years.No more daily lesson plans now frees my curious mind to experience life on my own terms now.

5 thoughts on “Making More Out Of “Alexa”

  1. Great poem! I loved the topic. I don’t have Alexa but I’ve had my fill of Siri. She never gives me the info I need. In fact she gets temprimental on me. I asked her a question the other day and she refused to answer so I said, Seri, answer me. Her response was, “ No Lesley.” and she turned off my phone . I turned it back on and said Hey Siri, you’re a pain”. And then She said, “ Good bye Lesley and she turned off my phone again. I felt like I was living in a 2001 Space Odyssey. I’ve decided that Seri, at least on my phone, is a real bitch! Lol

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