VIRTUOSO

MDStone



Virtuoso

Virtual touch cannot replace touch

the nourishment of skin on skin.

The particulars of sunset on the beach

out performs the highest defined pixels.

One tantalizing tingle on the tongue

exceeds stimulation of sensory simulation.

Vibrations originating from their source

are the best beat on the drum.

The aroma of the coming rain, breakfast cooking in the kitchen,

or grandma's pie,

cannot compare to the scratch and sniff

substitutes imagined but not experienced.

If we are not careful we lose our sense

and then all our other senses are stolen away.

Common sense is lost by slight of hand

and while we are hypnotized and dazed

the mesmerizing flow of information

carries our five senses away.

While we walk around with our head in the cloud

the enemy is stealing our very soul.

And with devices we hold in our hand

we have surrendered away control.

Be careful of the Pied Piper's melody

The virtuoso of relational captivity.

  • Author: MDStone (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 2nd, 2021 09:43
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Mermaid

    So many truths in this thought provoking gem.
    Love:
    "...The particulars of sunset on the beach

    out performs the highest defined pixels.

    One tantalizing tingle on the tongue

    exceeds stimulation of sensory simulation...."
    Superb imagery and metaphors from start to finish .

    • MDStone

      Thank you for your kind and encouraging words.

    • dusk arising

      I like this and the truths contained. It is indeed a warning not to become complacent about virtual reality and good old grandma's reality on the tongue etc.

      • MDStone

        Thank you. Yes a real warm pie beats a virtual one every time.

      • spilleronsheet

        Well crafted dear poet
        How intelligently you weld the imagery to the present scenario
        There we are lost to the keyboards of our devices
        Where memory keeps fading, over depending on the devices we hold
        These little devils might connect us to the other souls
        But in reality we lie aloof
        In this chaos we run to possess more and more
        Forgetting how simple were the days when the mankind were not slave to this more and more

        • MDStone

          Thank you so much for your kind words. Blessings

        • Florence Red

          This poem has my heart. Subtly reinforced the fact that virtual world can never be replaced by the real world come what may.



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