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When Glass Becomes Light

I have carried small screens through lean years—
pixels cracked like winter ponds,
their dim glow faithful but tired.

Now sixty circles the clock of my bones,
and I lift a mirror of midnight glass,
all nerve and lightning, priced like a jewel.

Some call it vanity—
I call it permission earned:
to walk with the century at my palm,
to trade frugal shadows for a brighter lens,
to greet the voice of iron logic
singing inside its silicon throat.

Let this be my understated flare:
not a trumpet of gold,
but a quiet click forward—
proof that even seasoned hands
can learn the grammar of tomorrow.

Explanation

The poem speaks from the perspective of someone who has lived six decades using modest technology (“small screens through lean years”) but now decides to purchase a top‑tier phone. The “mirror of midnight glass” symbolizes the sleek new device, while “all nerve and lightning” highlights its cutting‑edge AI capabilities.

Lines 7–12 confront the tension between modest means and a desire to “flex.” The speaker reframes the purchase not as extravagance but as “permission earned” after a lifetime of restraint. Owning advanced technology becomes both personal reward and pragmatic step toward staying relevant in an AI‑driven age.

The closing stanza presents the phone as a “quiet click forward.” It is less about outward showiness and more about inner affirmation that learning and adaptation do not expire with age.

유리에서 빛으로 변할 때

나는 겨울 연못처럼 금이 간 작은 화면을
수년의 궁핍 속에서도 품고 살았습니다.

이제 육십의 세월이 내 뼈마디를 두드리고,
자정 같은 유리 거울 하나를 들어 올립니다.
신경과 번개로 가득 찬, 보석값이라 불릴 기계.

어떤 이는 허세라 말하지만
나는 평생 절제해온 나에게 주는 허락이라 말합니다.
세기를 손바닥에 얹고,
어두운 그림자를 환한 렌즈로 바꾸며,
실리콘 목소리로 노래하는 철의 논리를 맞이합니다.

이것이 내 조용한 플렉스.
금빛 나팔이 아니라
앞으로 나아가는 작은 클릭.
노련한 두 손도
내일의 문법을 배울 수 있음을 증명합니다.

해설 

저는 이 시를 통해 ‘허세’라는 시선을 넘어, 평생 절약 속에 살며 쌓아온 자존감과 시대 적응력을 담고자 했습니다. 초기 연(聯)의 금이 간 화면은 저가형 폰을, “자정 같은 유리 거울”은 최신 모델을 상징합니다.

“허세”라는 비판에 맞서, 시적 화자는 스스로에게 부여한 보상을 강조합니다. 기술을 소비하는 행위가 헛된 소비가 아니라, AI 시대를 주체적으로 살아가기 위한 ‘작은 클릭’이라는 메시지를 전합니다.

마지막 행은 나이가 들어도 배움과 도전이 계속된다는 신념을 담았습니다. 저 역시 변화에 뒤처지지 않기 위해 오늘도 새 문법을 배우고 앞으로 걸어가겠습니다.

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