The blogger sat before his screen Pressing his fingers 'pon the keys Eyes staring back towards the sheen Familiar stiffness in his knees By moonless night he saw himself Glasses reflecting man-made light Books stretched behind him 'pon the shelf Twink-twinkling stars, thin halos bright Floating about through bits and bytes As neurons 'lectric pulses shot Red sparks burst into boundless lights 'long wires, twisting, burning hot He could not feel his back upright Nor hear the beating in his chest His wireless mind saw sight 'pon sight And data points did swift digest Each word he formed drifted through space Networking ev'ry flitting thought White narrow beam lit faceless face As curious new signals wrought Beeps sounded from the motherboard Seat empty basked in flickering gleam Lines flowing forth would stay unheard For none could hear the soundless scream
Today, for d’Verse’s “Open Link Night”, I’d like to share a poem that I wrote last September, less than half a year after creating this blog.
This poem is one I am fond of, but I would probably have given it a different title if I had written it today because to me it feels somehow disconnected from the verses below it…
68 thoughts on “Sirry, or: Selious”
Oh my! I’ve been there … help!!! Trapped ~ keyboard has me by my nails, screen looks like waves, my body in a straitjacket. I love this poem!!!!
I echo many of the sentiments expressed so far. When we become so attached to the computer and addicted to the feedback that the online presence provides we can lose some of our humanity. And that humanity is what drives the interactions. This poem is a work of art.
Wow – that is a humbling compliment. Thank you 🙏 Muri.
oh my such talent coming from a zombie writer. what have we become.. 🤣
Nice job writing it David! 👏👏👏👏👏
I think they’ve proven that computer addiction is just like any other, but when everything these days has been computerized in jobs, entertainment, communication devices, etc. it’s difficult to get away from it. Just like eating or spending addictions. What’s scary also are kids that have grown up from infancy in the digital age have no memory of what it was like before.
Oh yes. My brother is 21 – and his career is in computers… and my daughter is 6! 😱
Did you sneak in my room? LOL Great job.
Chilling. I imagine the blogger being sucked into the monitor.
YES! That was EXACTLY my original thought. I’m so glad that you got it, Ken.
Thank you 😀
Love the rhyme and sense of humour. Reminds me of my hubby pon his computer. But here am I too! I guess the soundless scream will not be heard unless I go down and nag him.
Nag him or save him? 😉
From I. ROBOT to the MATRIX, there is alacrity regarding loss of self when totally saturated by computer eros, as A-I might become succubus, and our higher self might morph into languid logorhythms.
100% true, Glenn. That’s what I was attempting to convey here.
Thank you so much.
Wow! Somehow this makes me think “computer zombie” — or what we warn children of when we say “get away from the keyboard….you can’t be on the computer all day” — or the dangers a “gamer faces” in terms of becoming the machine. This could be the script for a fabulous sci fi movie! Wires somehow crawling our of the computer and into the brain! …. ewwww….!
Yes – that is very much how I envisioned it, Lillian!!
David, very relatable, very engaging! Cleverly and beautifully written! ❤ Have a great day!
Cheryl, thank you 🙏💖
Well Ben, have to say I found this to be rather effective in a dystopian kind of way – especially for a writer! Thanks for such an original write, with which to finish my first session here tonight.
Thanks so much for stopping by, Scott. I really appreciate your kind remark.
Oh… this is how it feels sometimes when we participate in front of the computer… sometimes words are not enough… maybe that’s true live events are even better.
I often don’t know who I am without my computer. It’s … well … not so good, I suppose.