When keyboard-bashing signs and space,
I seldom see a familiar
face.Though it's possible now to
meet, see, hear, your dream (but not touch)
drift mouse over icons - double click.
Life secrets revealed through Window
layers.'Welcome to my website! '
Cerebral sex, flirting on-line,
erases the risk of truth.Be
anyone for everyone on
the safe World Wide Web of deceit.
Construct a distant mirage for
the lonely, scared, ugly, who
can't fit the ideal, to complete.
Click here - Click where?Comment.E-mail.
Enter my world and 'know' me there!
Please NOTE: in retirement I have closed most of my web pages including francesmacaulayforde and poetscornerwa. Both of these pages have now been taken over by a bot. However, I have retained my Wordpress BLOG or my ETSY shop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An often frighteningly cold world we live in - closeness in the internet - how deceptive. Tho Emily Dickinson did say that letters were a sharing of the soul. Well - food for thought anyway.