for far, too many
automated greetings
on APP screens, or
having their name
voiced
as an A.I. function
is any and all
Intimacy
they’ll ever need or want
at least
that’s what they, tell
themselves
deep, sunken n consumed
by that glare of moonlight
for far, far
too many, I fear
dear world, we need
we Must, change our trajectory
before it’s too late, this
premise of a Hollywood fantasy
is fast becoming
an everyday reality for too many
for far, far
too many, I fear
generations of us, shattered
before
ever experiencing, wonder’s
of life
left an inheritance of sending
‘smoke signals’, only
when we do it
it’s done, devoid
of any reply, expectations
merely a re-enacting of traditions
to anchor our wisps of hope, upon
so that maybe we, too
can, feel
a little less, alone
this a hollow reality for too many
for far, far
too many, I fear…
© L. B. Mek
January 2023
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The list of reasons given so poetically in this revealing post makes for the saddest of reading dear Mek - - we live in a generation of what you wisely call mere "smoke signals" while loneliness grows ever toxic to many - far far too many . - - this needed reminder goes into my list of favourites.
'loneliness grows ever toxic
to many - for far far too many'
what sobering a truth, these words reveal
thank you! dear Fay
(the very existence of some words
as a necessity, to spotlight
the human condition, is a shameful
fact of life, I so wish
these scribbled words, weren't so easily
relatable, to so many...)
L.B. this struck home. I remember 50 years ago going to stay for a few months in a place that had no electricity. In this community everyone knew everyone and the only form of entertainment was sitting and talking to one's neighbor. There was little crime because if someone stole they would be ostracized. One could leave things outside and they would be there a week later, there were no locks on doors and you could go away for months and nothing would disappear. Then came electricity, radio, television, the internet and video games. No one talked to anyone anymore, the old died and no one knows anyone anymore. The community has not grown but crime has gone up and nothing is safe, everything has to be locked up and even then they disappear. A sad commentary of technology and its effect on society. Loved the write L.B.
(all invention, has an equal capacity
to corrupt or liberate
yet something about humanity's fallible condition
denotes, on most occasions
our inventions, end-up hurting our way of life
and seldom, do we get a chance to reclaim
what we lose...)
thank you! my friend, your anecdotal tale
greatly reemphasis the themes I was trying
to imbue in this humble scribble
So very true Mek, many are just not connecting with others. We go regularly to a coffee house and so many people just sit at table with each other staring into the cell phones. We must talk to each other in person.
Andy
so true Andy, such a sad state
even when we meet up with people
we're so used to that immediate dopamine access
a second of lull in a conversation
and we're back to flicking those screens, searching
for that next hit, tell-tale traits
of a junky, incapable of containing their addiction...
(a really wise observation dear Poet
an essential addition to the discussion)
thank you!
I first read these fine words yesterday and was struck dumb .. now returning this mane, I find that others have stolen my thunder .. suffice to say, you said it, just as it truly is, better even better if you understand what I mean .. Neville
I doubt anyone can understand
the full extent of this rabbit hole of a plague
on our society
like someone in your profession, Hyung
so glad you think I captured the main points
of this disturbingly complex subject
(I get scared to share such direct words
for fear that, one or two may read them
and find it too close to the bone
forcing them even further back in that shell)
lately I'm having a problem my friend
I want to write flowery poetic works
with entraining and imaginative narratives
but when I look at the blank canvas
there's so much urgency to try and utilise
our scribbles, to effect in some pitiful way
all the blatant problems we see around us
there's so much to do, so little we can do...
and it has always, always
been this way...
This was reality to my ears, Thanks L.B. Mek, I Honestly don't know what to say. Again Thank You...
no kindred brethren, dear poetic kin
such comments as yours
makes all this worthwhile
so humbly, I'll thank you!
stay strong
automated greetings... on apps screen .so well written ..that line in the start....and it took its legacy to the end... great read
so glad you could connect with my humble scribble
thank you for the encouraging words, dear poet
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