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.
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MDStone (
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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 .
Thank you for your kind and encouraging words.
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.
Thank you. Yes a real warm pie beats a virtual one every time.
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
Thank you so much for your kind words. Blessings
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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