I want to give you a standing ovation for this one!
So true! SO SO SO TRUE! Technology is replacing one of the dearest and important things in the world and that is the value of one-on-one time (face-to-face) with the ones you love and care for. We become so involved with our "FB" friends, but how many, anymore, have someone they can run to? How many can be content and feel valued, loved, accepted, and important in the lives of others? We're constantly interrupted and replaced/ignored/blown off due to a beep from a phone. So many DIE because that text message becomes more important than our safety.
I love your structure of the piece. I also love the character and voice in the piece. Excellent writing.
Yes, aand how I hate driving when all I see are drivers with their hands full of a phone or some other gadget..What happened to just meeting a good friend for coffee and a chat..?? Kathie
Phil you are so right with this one. We do not ever look up (in more ways than one)
You have written a poem for todays hectic world of cyberspace, texting and being so absorbed we do not look up.
It is time we did.. Thank you for reminding us so well.
This is very powerful and I agree that this technology though has its good points, it has a major flaws...you have captured this very well. I especially like the last several lines...good writing on the subject...
I want to give you a standing ovation for this one!
So true! SO SO SO TRUE! Technology is replacing one of the dearest and important things in the world and that is the value of one-on-one time (face-to-face) with the ones you love and care for. We become so involved with our "FB" friends, but how many, anymore, have someone they can run to? How many can be content and feel valued, loved, accepted, and important in the lives of others? We're constantly interrupted and replaced/ignored/blown off due to a beep from a phone. So many DIE because that text message becomes more important than our safety.
I love your structure of the piece. I also love the character and voice in the piece. Excellent writing.
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..