CELLPHONECHIC

POEM

 

                         

         

automated hands,

   manicured politely,  

quivering....hesitant,

  prone to slightly fidget

before reaching

for the personal,

high fashion, high tech,

communication gadget,

this gleaming, high priority,

public show accessory,

was handled, as if it were,

a prime life force, as if the very

meaning of life itself, depended upon,

displays of, borderline professional, bravado,

often causing phone induced,

confined, solitary alienation,

shrouded with a suggestive

barrage of condemnations.

 

 

 

   

Reviews

[Paul Seaman]

the phone.
a portal
a window
through the soul of the user
to the victim of their desires..

the phone
a weapon
of mutual destruction
of the moment
we will never share
in peace...

the phone
an intent to be
with somone better
than you
intimately
in the
aire..


;-)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks Paul for such a glorious post,
you might want to expand further and publish infact read morethanks Paul for such a glorious post,
you might want to expand further and publish infact
fascinating where our different minds can take us.....
:)

[Paul Seaman]

yeah, I might want to. It reminds me of a poem I wote over 30 years ago called plastic pleasures, obout my love of a cassette tape that had some songs on it I really enjoyed. But the truth was, I enjoyed the perfect lines of the tape case and its pretty color even more.. and I thought that was strange, and wrote about it..

[Sami Khalil]

The portal that carries all our thoughts and deeds. Connecting the abstract with the real...A very good write...:)
I like the title too...:)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Fancy seeing YOU here, ( he he) hanging around the ladies loo's indeed :) Thanks so much Sami, it is nice to receive this fabulous response from you! Best

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...My pleasure...:)

[Ency Bearis]

it becomes a trend and high fashion now a days with th cellphone, but it helps a lot
interesting provoking poem SHEEMA

[SHEEMA HUQ]

What a surprise to receive this review from you dear Ency, thank you so much for your positive regards :)

[Ency Bearis]

my pleasure and you're welcome

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Much appreciated :) Oh yes, and just to say that I wrote SNIFFY INDULDGES, which also relates closely to the shape poetry genre, best

[L.Edward]

Great close-ups. This has a cinematographic feeling. Panning in with hypnotic allure and panning out with an important lesson. Micro to macro. Begs the question: have we all gotten too high on high tech? I would say yes!

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thanks greatly for your interesting thoughts as ever, I have been blessed today to have read your reviews, take care :)

[L.Edward]

Ditto. And then some. Warmest wishes.

[Peter H]

phones may soon become an extension of ours arms it will be second nature to use one great piece excellent diction as usual

[SHEEMA HUQ]

I appreciate your comments about smart phones, as "extensions of our arms", kind also, about my writing, I think that I just write and continue to gain from this grappling process, when I get the opportunity to, best

[Peter H]

cool brother

[SHEEMA HUQ]

eh, gender confusion suites you I reckon.....

[Peter H]

ummmmmmmm, i'm bad with names , but you're a girl as well :'( d****t this is new before it was just names lol

[Peter H]

cool sister . seriously i'm sorry

[SHEEMA HUQ]

don't be daft, have a good one !!! ( little bro)

[SHEEMA HUQ]

PS: in the particular part of London where I am based, we say 'bruv ';)

[Peter H]

lmao alright but you do have great poetry that good broskie :P lol jk

[Blue Ivory]

It's getting worse with every generation. Toddlers now play with phones instead of toys. I thought they were toys for big kids like me! And I for one simply can't stay away from my phone or iPod. And life does not feel complete without gadgets :P Your poem displays it all with humor. I like it

[SHEEMA HUQ]

Thanks so much Siren, it was interesting reading your comments

[h d e rushin]

i don't own a cell phone. In fact, I don't own much of anything at all save this
keyboard in front of me and this half eaten box of Fiddle-Faddle. They seem to
declare publicly, typically insistently, prouly or defiantly that their presence
is in the room. And although they often come with cameras and speakers
and volumn controls, the user rarely uses it to integrate any sensory information
that it receives so that an action or reponse is generated. Like wanting to run
to the ocean or seeing the sun rise.

I love your thoughtful poetry.
thanks for sharing this,
dana

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks so much, for your input and kind review, I really do appreciate your visits

[icelandicblue]

We are so enslaved by our technology that we have incorporated it into a fashion accessory! Nicely penned and I love the line about a prime life force.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks ever so much,
though it is fair i guess to consider the essential side of this technology; the possiblities and realites of saving and enhancing lives.....though of course not the basis of this particular poem's message

[MOON]

Lovely write you captured this perfectly how a small gadget has made slaves of us really.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks so much for your thoughts, Moon

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Technology has its good and bad point... losing that personal touch when it comes to communication is one of them.

[SHEEMA HUQ]

thanks kindly, I kind of feel that there are quite wide variations in attitudes about mobile ettiquet, I mean most people aren't intending to be rude are they?
yet perception and meaning differ