She types away in soulless repose
With nerve-endings diluted by microchips
Not on fragrant paper that hearts overthrows
Or promises the kiss of lips;
Her characters neat, but no longer outpour
With excitement from fingers to pen,
The time taken, the effort made, no more
Remoteness taken over by then;
Her hands can no longer feel or grip
But just jab, poke, prod and paw,
A forgotten feeling that time has let slip
The soothing of ink can no longer explore;
She will not write when she can swiftly delete
Her innermost feelings cross out
Why intone with blushing shyness complete
When robots can kindness flout;
Bring her the feather, the inkpot, the quill
Bring her the scrawling, blotching and scratching
Let her love on the paper overspill
Wrap her soul in endless dispatching;
Why write a love letter, leave the heart racing
Send to giddy heights hidden emotions,
Why write with life’s pulsing throb a-pacing
With all of it’s mistakes and it’s commotions;
Leave her to space and backspace
Leave her to bury her secret fears,
Throw the sacred pen in the fireplace
And let it leak away in tears.
Excellent poem. Aftermath of over machinations and robotic effect on human nicely depicted. Enjoyed the poem and sweep of imagination incorporated in it.10+. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Superb poem.....Nicely penned. I liked it............ Why write a love letter, leave the heart racing Send to giddy heights hidden emotions,