Meanwhile, back at the river side
they live as virtual socialites
yet introverts on the street
Navigating, barely visible traffic
and catfish traffic lights
following each other
by and by, in dives
in loves, trends, and in likes
taking turns, at coming out
for sunshine and air, mermaids
of the never ending Nile
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Garth Rakumakoe (Pseudonym) (
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Interesting words especially like the last lines wjth mention of the mermaids ))
Thank you, Vb for your reading time and kind feedback. Much appreciated.
Brilliant Garth
"Catfish traffic lights "
I'm trying to deny any of this describes me
But I do follow your good self
And must slap a like on this superb write
Thank you, Peto. 😇
A wonderful description ❤️
Kind words, Teddy. Thank you. 🙏🏼
I am convinced it has become a conditioned reflex and in years to come our species will have evolved to consist only of a large head, a much smaller & weak torso .. hardly anything will remain of our lower limbs and an oversized thumb with an indentation or ledge somewhere to rest or hold our mobile/cell phones .. Neville
That would be a great affliction sir. A justified conviction though. Thank you for the read and the understanding. I bow.
apparently, to explain
our capacity to navigate, with nose
submerged in pixel screens
science decided we get a sixth sense
just by our ears..
huh. so this is progress
reverse engineering from our failings
nice, i wonder what we'll come up with next
maybe we'll lose our capacity to speak
and engineer less fingers, we only need
one to text and swipe and a thumb
with magnetic properties
..
so crazy, go back a few decades
and all of this would be coming
out of a surreal sci-fi fantasy
lol
fun times, front row seats to humanity's regression
(acute commentary, delivered
with a little humour
a therapeutic read
thank you! dear Poet)
Regression indeed, dear poet... When one perceptively observes it becomes clear that we are living more and more, and spending most of our time in the "web"... And maybe it's called a web for that reason, so much so that it could very well be with the passing of time that the real world could be the one we see when peeking through the window. All this happening without us even realizing it, how inverted the norm has become, prompting the question I guess, or a re-look at the term "virtual reality", just how much of it is virtual and how much is real and moreover, how the same picture will look, say fifty years from now, will there even be a distinguishable difference... Food for the thinking mind I guess... Humbled by your observations, L.B
WOW! The commentary on our society in this illuminating poem is tragic but oh, so true. We seem to be losing our ability to communicate face to face, and to put words together in a coherent and meaningful way. Who knows what we will eventually evolve into, but I hope and pray that the poets may lead us back when we lose our way. Thank you dear poet, keep your insightful words flowing!
I echo your sentiments loudly dear Poet. Thank you for the appreciation. Peace and blessings to you. #Gratitude.
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