The distance that lies between what is real and what is imitation
is much less than we might believe.
Photo by Alex Knight on Unsplash
Robotic Units are Essential Companions for the Terminally Ill
– a Fibonacci sonnet –
It
felt
a bit
depressed—dwelt
on thoughts of plastic
flowers that its sick patient used
to keep in a vase on the TV; yellow and stuck
forever fakely blooming over the evening news—
it couldn’t find plastic flowers
so it bought living
ones, spent hours
making
gloom
bloom.
by Juleigh Howard-Hobson
Juleigh Howard-Hobson’s poetry can be found in Star*Line, Eye to the Telescope, Siren’s Call,
Utopia Science Fiction & other venues. She has been nominated for “The Best of the Net”,
Pushcart, Elgin & Rhysling Awards. Her latest book is Curses, Black Spells & Hexes (Alien
Buddha). She tweets: @poetforest
