once again

there was a time
when thoughts
were pencilled in
by flashlight or nightlight
well after the house
has shut down for the night

there was a time
when poems
were extensions
of one's hopes and dreams
by words coloured in -
imagination reigned supreme

there came a time
when typing in
on keyboards and touch screens
cursors blipping and
message alarms beeping -
our faces twitting in online spaces

there'll come a time
when our souls
after having been
stripped and laid bare
shall seek their worlds once more
in the humble printed word

Reviews

[Lorry]

No matter how it is done, the physical art of writing will never change beyond the compulsion within us to write. Even if a coronal mass ejection wipes all technology and we find ourselves back in the dark ages, it won't be long before mind and soul combine and make someone pick up that stick on the ground and the shapes they make in the sand will become our latest attempt at language.
Nicely captured.