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”
This is so well portrayed! But in my case, it’s more school than blogging 😂 Brilliant wordplay as always!
Thanks, D. 😀
This is incredibly powerful! Nowadays, one has to be careful not to get sucked into the computer screen. I miss simpler times.
Sanaa, sadly I almost don’t remember simpler times.
Thank you for you kind comment 💓
Loved the ending with the soundless scream! 😱 I worry about my 15 year old online so much but then, I realize we all are. Technology is just so engaging but then I go walk outside and realize nature is so calming. We need a balance for sure!
We need it, but it’s increasingly hard to come by for me…
Nicely written. Your experience truly resonates.
Sad but true, what you say.
What have we wrought? We are merging into our machines. It seems sudden, but I suppose it started with the industrial revolution. (K)
Nobody, nobody could have imagined our modern reality back then!
Shabbat shalom David.
This is the stark reality. I liked rhyming of the poem.
Thank you very much, Kaushal 🧡
Brilliantly written.. you are a master craftsman of words. Beautifully worded. Each word is a poem in itself. Loved this!
I love this notion, Yassy! Thank you 💜
You are welcome, Davidoff 💖
Blogger, blogger, burning bright!
Scary but so true.
Yes, I agree.
Nice one, David. I liked the gentle rhythm of this poem. Lots of profound truths in it! ❤️❤️❤️
😅 not sure about profound, Diana 😅
Thank you so much!
I am very sure about profound!! 🤭🤭🤭
I found it quite selious! I can certainly relate. I especially love:
White narrow beam lit faceless face
As curious new signals wrought
Blogging has become an addiction for many of us. The real world takes a backseat sometimes! I shudder at the thought of becoming sucked into it. Well done, David. ❤️
Lillian said it well but I also had the sense of all consuming … a great scifi teaser!
Thanks, Kate! I’m glad you liked it 💕