Ashes

For Sarah’s prompt at dVerse Poets Pub, a tribute to Bladerunner, one of my favorite all time movies directed by one of my all time favorite directors, Ridley Scott. We are to write a poem using our senses, like Roy Batty in his ending speech in Bladerunner, the famous Tears in the Rain speech.

Ashes
“That barren pasture. Empty, and salted. The dead space between the stars.” – Niander Wallace, Bladerunner 2049

the sweat rolling down my back
that hot southern morning –
the sweat rolling down my back
and mingled with the tears.
the ground was hard like cement
and I had to take the axe from the
trunk of my car
and beat the blade into the ground
to break it up with an engineer’s hammer.
I finally was able to dig a hole
deep enough to pour
your grey ashes into it.
At the foot of your mother’s grave.
the sweat rolling down my back
that hot southern morning.
your pansy brown eyes looking into mine
that last day. I dug the hole
remembering all you had seen and heard
and shared with me.
gone forever except in my memories,
washed away with the sweat dripping down,
down onto the soil.
I covered the ashes with rocks.
it began to rain, one of those
sudden summer showers. I cried when I
got back into the car and watched
the rain pouring down the windshield.

scene from Blade Runner 2049 in the snow at the end

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

For Shay’s Friday Prompt…Ask a question The question is from one of my favorite books ever by Philip K. Dick. It also spawned two of my favorite movies – Blade Runner and Blade Runner 2049.

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
Gaff: “Its too bad she wont live, but then again who does?”

Do flowers dream while they sleep
curled up in cold winter’s soil?
Do cicadas dream while waiting to hatch
seven years hence?
Do birds dream as they sit on their nests
waiting for their eggs to hatch?
Do stars whisper secrets to each other
as they glide in their courses?
Is the moon sad when she goes dark
and reflects not the sun in her darkness?
so many questions I have.
Yet no answers do I receive.
I beg the sky, the night, the dew for answers.
Yet no answers do I receive.
Do Androids dream of electric sheep?
Only Philip K. Dick knew the answer to that.

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