Imagine how that Beatles' song would have been so different had there been texting back in 1965...
"this happened once before, when i came to your door/ no reply"
"I saw you look through your window"
But instead there would only be screens and letters typed or not.
j.
Like talking to yourself in the dark? The words fly into black space, falling on nothing alive. That's what I take from this one, perhaps influenced by the image. Truth in a few brief lines.
this can be taken so many different ways .. but the picture along with it tells the sadness in the senryu ... broken hearts can bring one to near delirium ..obsessions ... in our texting and sexting and twitter and tweeting the instant gratification must magnify the frustration and disappointment of "No Reply" :( i am old...have a flip phone for trips in case of emergency ... goes one could say i am stuck in the new "old ways" ;)))))))))) its been a while...glad i caught this one sir!
E.
I felt this pretty deeply. Its happened a few times, but I like this poem because its vague but yet detailed at the same time - if you understand what I'm trying to say. :) Keep on writing these poems, your really talented at doing so!
Posted 5 Years Ago
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5 Years Ago
Thank you Haile - I shall keep writing in this genre! A lovely review my friend … :-)
Imagine how that Beatles' song would have been so different had there been texting back in 1965...
"this happened once before, when i came to your door/ no reply"
"I saw you look through your window"
But instead there would only be screens and letters typed or not.
j.
I am caught in a time spiral of confusion; that period we all experience between birth and death.
Somewhere inside hides a poet, writer, lyricist and/or whatever, laying dormant and suppressed by s.. more..