In our forlorn age
the only joy we cling to
lies not with our friends
but with objects we collect
and the money spent on them
Words are meaningless
when not spoken face to face
instead sent through phones
texts tapped out in rapid bursts
ring the death knell of discourse
Author notes
A string of two tankas. Written in the middle of a shift at work.
A contest entry
- Not your average haiku contest. by ladybug..
400 points, ended August 4, 8 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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Comments
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It reminds me of new york. All you hear is ring ring ring hello hello beep beep did you see my new shoes? GET OUT OF MY WAY ASSHOLE!!! Its a sign of the times were in.
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not everyone is like that. sometimes it is those heart to hearts in person that make life worth living and a break from technology is a huge help because there is reality in this sterile world....well written very real and very true to a lot of people these day we lose touch of our friends and family and get attached to things instead of people....amazing poem....much <3...scars.
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