closed windows

arqios

 

Closed Windows

 

The screen yawns wide,

empty as the Nullarbor plain—

"no comments posted yet," it whispers,

a sign more accusatory than absent.

 

You may look, it says, but don’t touch.

Permission belongs to ghosts,

long gone or never given at all.

 

Kindness cracks its knuckles,

flicks a cigarette to the curb—

museum-bound, archived, unreachable.

What thoughts could fill the void?

Too dark. Too light. Too wrong.

 

And yet the cursor waits,

blinking endlessly, smug

as a lighthouse shining

on waters you’re not allowed to cross.

 

So, here we are, friend— reading windows

that don’t know the name of the wind,

nor the whisper of tides rising too far to span.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    And as you read these words spanning seas and vast tracts of land know that on the other side of the world someone got your message. Against technology in many ways it has made knowledge and poetry wider spread some false knowledge and some shall I say disposable poetry but none the less available. However technology i.e.. computers seem cold and distant. Some great metaphors used I particularly like the second to the last stanza that means something to me because I come from that time when the cursor blinked and remember well that wait. A fave

    • arqios

      Thanks Soren, truly appreciated ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

    • Poetic Licence

      A nicely crafted write, some lovely lines around I feel the coldness of technology and we expect everything from it now, where as before we were happy to wait and took our time to find the answers, enjoyed the read

      • arqios

        Youโ€™d think that by now it wouldโ€™ve warmed up to us the way weโ€™ve made it an intimate part of ourselvesโ€ฆ still a long , long way to go. Thank you kindly dear friend ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

        • Poetic Licence

          You are very welcome

        • orchidee

          Woof! Fido of course understands every cryptic meaning. He will explain them all to me later. lol.

          • arqios

            Thanks O ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

          • Mottakeenur Rehman

            Your words echo in the hollow of the screenโ€”
            a lighthouse I long to answer, but dare not cross the unseen.

            • arqios

              Seems a lighthouse is no match for the perils of the deep! Thanks as always dear friend ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

            • arqios

              ...dismal in the absence of whatโ€™s meant to be present

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Indeed. Patience no longer seems to be a virtue in this culture of convenience and instant gratification. Well expressed, my friend. A fave. ๐ŸŒน๐Ÿ‘

              • arqios

                Oh patience thou weariest of graces, thin are thine raiment and tossed by every gust of wind!

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Perfect response!

                • arqios

                  Thanks for the Fave my fab friend @Tristan

                • David Wakeling

                  There is a touch of sadness here and a feeling of not being appreciated and being excluded.I certainly can relate to this.I like the metaphors like reading windows without knowing the name of the wind. Well done

                  • arqios

                    Thanks, and for striking gold at the heart of the poem. Your understanding is well acknowledged and affirmed ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ™๐Ÿป

                  • Goldfinch60

                    My cursor is always moving as I type these words arqios.

                    Andy



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