A/N: Poem I wrote early this morning, regarding a topic I'm studying in class...
I connect through pixels and IP addresses
No longer with prose and poetry.
A digital cry, a pixilated prayer
For a friendly smile, a warm touch
And a face to face connection this time,
Unmarred by red, green and blue; undeterred by liquid crystal or
low
quality
voice
distortions.
So wrapped up in the digital life,
Meeting for coffee becomes phone calls, which becomes e-mails and then…
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Maybe it’s better that way, though, with those friends.
The digital warring with reality can teach us who is worth breaking free
From
the
hyp-no-sis
that
the
virtual
world
pulls
us
in
to...
ENOUGH.
No more.
It’s time to put it away…
And really smell the roses.
Hope you liked it. Thanks for listening.
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