Monday, September 21, 2015

Turned on. Tuned out. (#PoetryMonday *)

People don’t like poetry anymore.
It doesn't make sense, they say.
It tends to bore.
The "device" is a much better source
for entertainment and news
and reality and views about life.

Wisdom and insight?
Facebook friends, of course.
Or possibly Twitter for the latest trends
about anything at all that’s important.
What color is that dress?

And thinking deeply is so, you know,
old fashioned.
Don’t think, just do! Be free! Run fast!
Move on to the next big thing!
A crowd-sourced life is your best life now!

There’s just no point
to sitting still, quietly, alone reading
stupid poetry. Let alone
thinking your own thoughts.
We've all got better things to do
and better places to be.
Books and writing and periodic rhyming
Are for the fogies
who are all already slowly dying.
We don’t want to be like them,

          Let's go!


Don't ask.
Just fly before you die.
Who cares where you land?
You can Instagram it when you do!


* It's PoMo! To learn about PoMo (POetry MOnday), click here and then scroll down. 

Technology is a good thing except when it isn
’t. Poetry is great except when it’s boring. And Timothy Leary was a little, well, off. But is all our rushing about a little akin to being high? Drugged. Addled? Is that boring poem really boring or are we just to focused on Instagramming our sandwich too really notice? Please share your thoughts in the comments section.

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