The flow of electrons moving
lockstep through cabled highways..
A blinking cursor demanding my secret name.
The price of entrance to another existence
where I can be me
…who ever I am.
I enter the glyphs
like ephemeral signs made by ancients
in the dark moon light
that will take me to a world of pixels
stacked and arranged -
an attempt to disintegrate the barriers
of distance and time.
...the need to touch each other.
“Return the favor?” An invitation
to peer into another’s curtained window –
to be a voyeur on another’s love, sadness,
pain, laughter, intimacies.
...light and darkness.
Like a junkie
anticipating the rush
as the needle violates a vein,
I join the electron flow
and speed toward the unknown…
I peer at the oozings of another’s soul
and wondrously suckle on the drops.
...raw emotions glistening in the void.
The words have touched me
and I am forced to withdraw,
to ponder the meaning of the writer
and the sympathetic meaning
that resonates within,
and to once more question:
...Window or wall?
Author notes
I'm relatively new here and wondered what brought me here... Is it a window to other's feelings to validate our own or just a wall of words that we conveniently hide behind to protect ourselves?
A contest entry
- Contest by NoUseForAName.
600 points, ended March 19, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I really really love this poem.. interesting question though.. one that many could answer I believe.. I know for me anyway.. that I don't hide behind my words.. I know for me when I first came here to AP.. that I wrote & wrote just to get out the feelings/emotions that I denied that I had for more than 20 years. that was a lot of pent up emotions.. the majority of them weren't good. instead of thinking of it a being a wall persay or even a window.. maybe just think of it as a beginning to something good.
I have found that I could relate to a lot of what others have written. I just sometimes have trouble getting them out. I know for me with coming here, I wouldn't be doing as good as I am now.. the people here and yes their poetry not only touched me but helped me grow in the process.
kat
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window or wall?
I enjoyed your authors note, as much as the poem itself. So which is true to you? I am guessing it is a bit of both, but since you write for mostly contests....I would say it is a wall.
Cheryl
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