Out of thousands of poets read on line, I have
Befriended few for reasons hard to define.
I see them through the eyes of their poetry,
Over a platform in cloud we share stories.
Not much we know of each other's life,
Nor much do we want to say to beguile.
None holds in the vain hope to meet,
Though chance permitted some may seek,
The faces hidden behind the favorite verses.
Some would find then much to converse,
Others would stay hidden and not traverse.
Only for reading writing they want to exist.
Such is this new on line, long distance world
Fingers do the talking and mouths stay shut.
You are here, there or just might be a phantom
What ever it is, there must be some connection
That lures me back to more of your creations.
You not being there is something I would be missing.
A great poem for PoemHunter friends.My feelings are in line with your poem.
An endearing ode dear madam...loved it. Top score and to my favourite!
Fingers do the talking and mouths stay shut. You are here, there or just might be a phantom ....... Mouths stay shut ....this is similar to a common request I receive at home. AND I 'love' the second line; maybe Savita is a phantom? A nice one. bri :) This poem is now in my/our June..showcase of pH poets.., found in my poem list on PH.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So very true, though it is a bit painful that we may never meet the poet friends we make on PoemHunter. Great poem. Nice feeling