Where has that Era Flown?

Where has that Era Flown?

A Poem by Different Wings
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Changes and transformations

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A cell phone joins my Leatherman,
where has that era flown?
When use gives into ruin,
what have these changes shown?

Imagination once was key,
now email plagues my sleep
underappreciated
is the music that runs deep

Nature's art has been transfigured,
mystery is dully 'known,'
vitality is vivid waning,
what's the purpose of a phone?

© 2013 Different Wings


Author's Note

Different Wings
a win-lose situation prompted this
The photo is mine; you can see more at kapiyva.deviantart.com

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The phone is an icon and a symbol. It matters not the connection for in all its brilliance technology has brought us both closer and further apart from each other. I'm going off on a tangent now... phones are developing their own personality - they are now companions and suited to our type of lifestyle and personality, somewhat like a digital pet but more... they personify personification but will never be that one person. What comes to us is an amalgamation of fragments of real persons and how we get so attached and connected. When it doesn't ring, beep, vibrate, or speak... we feel the rejection and something akin to being ignored. When we don't charge it the phone gets colder still... and its attentions cease, leaving us with a haunting withdrawal.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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The phone is an icon and a symbol. It matters not the connection for in all its brilliance technology has brought us both closer and further apart from each other. I'm going off on a tangent now... phones are developing their own personality - they are now companions and suited to our type of lifestyle and personality, somewhat like a digital pet but more... they personify personification but will never be that one person. What comes to us is an amalgamation of fragments of real persons and how we get so attached and connected. When it doesn't ring, beep, vibrate, or speak... we feel the rejection and something akin to being ignored. When we don't charge it the phone gets colder still... and its attentions cease, leaving us with a haunting withdrawal.

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like this, my favourite part is where you say
"Imagination once was key,
now email plagues my sleep"
Good write (:

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on March 24, 2011
Last Updated on April 9, 2013
Tags: cell phone, nature, losing, imagination, change

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Hello! I live in small town New England, USofA. I enjoy writing in many forms, and invite you to read and critique as I do. I have taken all of the writing-attached photos, unless otherwise stated, .. more..

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