Don't go out there tonight.
Don't go wandering into the cesspit that is
The multi-fonted opinions of others
You cannot hear your own thoughts let alone voice them
Without being over typed and whited out
Control.
Alt.
Delete.
How easy to become pixilated with distress
At the mess
Of the world
Through this Lens.
We need to stop.
Step away.
It is so convenient,
Nestled there in our hands
Offering an
Avenue to
The outside -
But it tricks
It slithers our minds into
Places that grasp the eye
And mesmerise.
The magic a sleight of content
Designed to drown distrust no matter
What flavour discontent we drink.
It holds the door firmly shut
Every service
Every transaction
Every interaction in life
A tendril holding us in its embrace.
I remember records playing
Books read
Recipes torn from magazines
Dinner guests
Playgrounds and pizza parties and
People mingling with people
I also remember watching others
Interacting
On the outside holding platters
Or giving readings
Or being listener
Ears alert
Eyes focused yet
Behind
yet behind
portrait painting poetry the scene from afar.
Perhaps it is not the phone mine own enemy
but a new frame for an old, old pose.
Stay within tonight.
Stay here and stay safe from the them and their hum
Humour me
Put it down.
And escape.
9 comments:
Escape is nice sometimes. You're having late summer now though, the time for outdoor get togethers (I don't really do that), but I know other people do:)
I have heard rumours of such shenanigans, Pixie.
Lovely writing, Jeanie! I prefer quiet, not loud get togethers. LOL! It seems that you are of the same mind, judging from your response to the above comment.
Thank you so much for sharing.
This is wonderful! "Recipes torn from magazines" That line makes the entire thing for me.
Escape from the clutches of social media sounds great to me, though I am not involved in any, I do see too many in the city wandering about eyes firmly on the screens in their hands.
You are welcome Linda - I love visiting your place too
I can imagine your stash Kelly. The good ones get written in the book.
It has its benefits. If only you could take the good without the bad.
this is a wonderful poem and so true. Whether it's the internet, the phone, the TV -- it's good to stop it and get back to real people, real fun.
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