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Connecting

                                                                  

And what if I don't want to text, communicate, instantaneously,

With everyone in the cosmos,

Don't desire to log on, with my sacrosanct ID, password, avatar,

Don't want an arsenal of sleepless hand-held wireless devices,

To deliver me to Facebook, Twitter, Google+, Yahoo,

Connect me with all the world's seven billion users, subscribers,

Allow them the privilege of friending my cyberspace profile,

Seducing me into believing I'm not prostituting my privacy,

Trading my fragile, unique anonymity, for ubiquitous homogeneity,

In insomnious hours of sharing my appetites and bathroom habits,

My deepest secrets and shallowest complexities,

The YouTube clip of my next-door neighbor masturbating in bed?

What if, instead, all I really want to do is find, deep inside my head,

That inner zone where one tiny lone voice flourishes,

Who can sing to me, nourish my worship of serenity, contentment,

Teach me to compose a poem about peace and love and beauty,

On the leaves of a gladiolus's unfolding corolla,

A poem speaking in that voice, connecting me with no one but me?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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