"the new god, Technology"A Poem by MomzillaNCIt seems we're becoming a world isolated from meaningful touch. I remember writing reams of pages on oh so delicately scented, tastefully detailed stationary… There was a texture and a weight to the pages, to the words that seem lost now on a screen. Making the trip to the mailbox to turn up that little red flag, there for everyone to see… Telling the world I’m here… Letting the postman know that there was a letter… An important correspondence by him to be delivered When he’d gone… pay attention! The flag had been put down! I remember receiving letters… Pages in which life was poured out, penned to share a connection… Feeling so grown-up, so special… Important enough for someone to have taken that time for me. I miss that… don’t you? I miss the sending and receiving. Something has been lost… Something important… tangible… Something indefinably precious has been sacrificed on the alter of a new god… Of the god… Technology. by D. Denise Dianaty
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13 Reviews Added on September 28, 2014 Last Updated on January 7, 2015 AuthorMomzillaNCNCAboutIf you read my work and comment, I'll return the favor on your work. I'm not adding new friends nor accepting read requests. I am a classically trained artist and was an award-winning graphic desig.. more..Writing
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