Sirry, or: Selious

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

68 thoughts on “Sirry, or: Selious”

1. This is so well portrayed! But in my case, it’s more school than blogging 😂 Brilliant wordplay as always!

   1. Thanks, D. 😀

      -David

2. This is incredibly powerful! Nowadays, one has to be careful not to get sucked into the computer screen. I miss simpler times.

   1. Sanaa, sadly I almost don’t remember simpler times.

      Thank you for you kind comment 💓

      Yours,
      David

3. 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!

   1. Tricia,

      We need it, but it’s increasingly hard to come by for me…

      💓
      David

4. Nicely written. Your experience truly resonates.

   1. Thanks, LaDonna

      Sad but true, what you say.

      -David

5. What have we wrought? We are merging into our machines. It seems sudden, but I suppose it started with the industrial revolution. (K)

   1. Nobody, nobody could have imagined our modern reality back then!

      Shabbat shalom,
      David

      1. Shabbat shalom David.

         1. 💓

6. This is the stark reality. I liked rhyming of the poem.

   1. Thank you very much, Kaushal 🧡

7. Brilliantly written.. you are a master craftsman of words. Beautifully worded. Each word is a poem in itself. Loved this!

   🤗🤗
   Yasmin

   1. Each word is a poem in itself.

      I love this notion, Yassy! Thank you 💜

      -David

      1. You are welcome, Davidoff 💖

         Yasmin

8. Blogger, blogger, burning bright!

   Scary but so true.

   1. Thanks, Tim!
      Yes, I agree.

      Scary? ☑️
      True? ☑️

      -David

9. Nice one, David. I liked the gentle rhythm of this poem. Lots of profound truths in it! ❤️❤️❤️

   1. 😅 not sure about profound, Diana 😅

      Thank you so much!
      David

      1. I am very sure about profound!! 🤭🤭🤭

         1. 🥰🥰🥰

10. I found it quite selious! I can certainly relate. I especially love:

    White narrow beam lit faceless face
    As curious new signals wrought

    1. 💗

11. 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. ❤️

    1. 💖

12. Lillian said it well but I also had the sense of all consuming … a great scifi teaser!

    1. Thanks, Kate! I’m glad you liked it 💕

       -David