"simple sample"
there was a time
when thoughts
were pencilled in
by flashlight or nightlight
well after the house
had shut down for the night
there was a time
when poems
were extensions
of one's hopes and dreams
by words coloured in -
imagination reigned supreme
there came a time
when typing in
on keyboards and touch screens
cursors blipping and
message alarms beeping -
our faces twitting in online spaces
there'll come a time
when our souls
after having been
stripped and laid bare
shall seek their worlds once more,
in the humble printed word
.
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Author:
crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: From lamplight scribbles to flickering screens, our relationship with words keeps reinventing itself. This piece looks back at how we once wrote, how we now connect, and how we might someday return to the quiet permanence of the printed page. It’s not a nostalgia trip so much as a reflection on the spaces, both private and public, where creativity has lived, and might live again.
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Comments9
Indeed there is something distancing in the technological, mechanical tapping, in the glowing screen. Something much more personal in the organic feel of a fountain pen and the flow of the ink on the page. More thought before touching tip to page with indelible dye the can not be changed. Times have changed and with them we and our feelings. A lovely write
That is quite world’s apart in the feel and process of creativity! Thanks for weighing in dear friend 🕊🙏🏻
You are most welcome
😊
Absolutely outstanding poetry
May that word we all search for be serenity
Thanks for sharing and spreading your harmony
“Serenity” can be scarce in these frenetic times! Thanks kindly Dan, the poet. 🕊🙏🏻
Thanks for the Fave 🤩 @Poetic Dan 🕊🙏🏻
From lamplight scribbles to flickering screens, our relationship with words keeps reinventing itself. This piece looks back at how we once wrote, how we now connect, and how we might someday return to the quiet permanence of the printed page. It’s not a nostalgia trip so much as a reflection on the spaces, both private and public, where creativity has lived, and might live again.
A powerful piece, my friend. You captured the shift from quiet hope to digital noise, and still left us with faith in the printed word. Very well crafted and another fave...I see a long running pattern here 🤔🤣. You consistently write quality work, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I try to post what would be deemed quality; you should see the waiting list piling up
Yes - hopefully the day won't come when we say 'What is a BOOK?' - the ones with paper pages, not online, Kindle, whatever!
In my Room I have a framed picture of Dickens :
Quill Pen writing at his desk. That for me is 'Composing'. A bit Romantic. To day Wordsworth would be 'Wandered lonely as a Cloud' with a Phone in his hand.
A fine write.
Perhaps half of our esteemed literati would be scrolling their time way had they lived in our day!
Fantastic
Cheers Thomas, thanks
So true arqios the printed word will return one day.
Andy
Thanks Andy🕊🙏🏻
Rik/arqios
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