Disconnected
always, always on, always
never gone,
trying not to be there,
trying to be here,
torn in two, torn in three,
broken by the pull of here and there
the pull of now, now, now!
waves wash up the shore
all I hear is the sand eroded
time eroding
passing away
slipping further
through my fingers
past my heart
and out my mind
broken,
torn
off.
waves
horizon
all views
all behind the back of the screen.
© 2012 LatteJunkie
Your poem says exactly what I think thinking when I first saw that image. In much better words of course :)
ReplyDeleteBrilliant. I found the sight of the computer with such a peaceful setting disharmonious somehow - though I do love to read, write and sketch at the beach (children permitting these days!). I guess that same scene with a more discreet Kindle might work - but still paper and pencils have my heart in that particular scene x
ReplyDeleteStraight to my heart....because I am trying to unplug more lately.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
Best,
Tina
A moving and thought invoking poem. When I saw this I wanted to write something about how the computer has invaded every space of my life and how wrong this picture looks, and how wrong it feels for the computer to be there and in parts of my life I feel the same. A very powerful image!
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