Thoughts on Fry and Forster
Only connect, imperative
The writer's stout command
And by god, by Google
Twitter tweets and blogspots
Online digitally doors
Ever open, portals posted
Facebook friends texts twitched
From modern thumbs, rapid fire
Touch pad touch base
Click here befriend/ un-friend
Comment console critique and cry
Pluck a rabbit from a hat
Blow bubbles in a pipe
Something out of nothing
Chimera dazzles on the screen
All sorcery and sleight of hand
Flummery and froth
Puffed up, drummed up
Trending blasting down the lines
Plastic celebrity
Virtual or real?
Fickle-fingered fame
Thoughtless thumbs
Respect, man, respect
Engage brain before blog
Tread softly
Daydreams trashed in trample
Fragile under foot
Only connect, reflect
Handle with care
3rd November 2009, St Michael's Place, Brighton
I received a letter today, it was wonderful! I cherished reading it over a hot bowl of soup, parsnip and ginger with a warm cheese scone. I looked at it later over a coffee already some of the words had changed their meaning to me. I enjoyed it, it was an intimate moment with an old friend.The speed in your poem reminds me of the frenzy I see in 'modern' communication but here I am using the wonders of it now but with the caution that readers will have a mutual respect for privacy and feelings.
ReplyDeletei think sometimes that i have a poet in the family, and this poem
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More than one poet in our family Lily! There's mum and you too don't let's forget, xxx
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