A generalist in a world of specialists, smoke and ashes from a fire burnt
A sediment of a transcendentalist, stung by lashes from past desire learnt
Pages turned obsolete, once grass now concrete, a candle a LED light
Period at the end of a phrase, sunset at the end of days, falling curtain of night
No time to tend to a dying friend, wrap them up in a cardboard box and bow
Plastic flowers, water saving showers, eating fast food when always on the go
Freedoms lost, too much exhaust, leaders with flocks of too many sheeple
A techno god lives in an ear pod, subliminal messages to the people
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Things are getting worse for us all the time.
Well written, just like life itself.
Thank you so much for the read and kind words of encouragement they are appreciated
Your poem explores the tension between modernity and nostalgia, reflecting on the loss of genuine human connection and the impact of technology and societal pressures on individual freedom and experience. Yet the poet may aim to provoke thought about the direction in which society is heading, urging readers to consider the value of genuine connections and the impact of technology on their lives. The poem serves as a reminder of the past and a call to reflect on the present.
Thank you Friendship for the review of this piece and yes you are right it does have to do with the changes that can be noted between the past and present due to technology and change in culture. Changes that have mixed results. I appreciate your review and support
Would I like to go back to the simpler life - the one experienced in my lifetime? I rail against the technology and complications you portray, but go back?
The internet alone as I use it, is such a liberation...
Enjoyed your listings/reminders Soren, well covered.
Dave my friend I agree there are trade off's and the internet allows me to post and entertain myself it is true. Electricity is a blessing, inside plumbing too, but I do miss the comradery of neighbors and friends, lost to TV, video games and a busy life. Too many people on the street all in a hurry, no mom and pop stores. A difficult choice but I'll take humanity over technology, just a personal choice and realize others have their opinion. Thanks so much for the read
Yeh I get it; no one answer really.....and whichever way we are lumbered with current reality.
Powerful and poignant.
Thank you Thomas I appreciate your review
Each day we become more alienated from the incredible natural world that spawned us, and I wonder sometimes if we even realize what we are losing. Great write my friend, so relevant it is frightening.
Thanks so much my friend for your interpretation and understanding words. They are most appreciated Bella
Soren, this is modern prophecy...our plastic paradise built on ashes.You frame progress as pyre...modernity burning its own soul. Each rhyme couplet sharp, reflective, elegiac. You turned frustration into poetry with weight and grace. Masterful, my friend.🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much Tristan your kind words are most encouraging and very appreciated Tristan
Good write soren, this is the way things seem to be going in this world.
Andy
Thank you Andy for your review and understanding it is always appreciated
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