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Promise#1
Cell, oh wait I'm sorry, Smart
Phones have made me write poems
Less and Less over time
Today's a day I've logged in on desktop silicon
In so long
Thoughts I used to write out over tens of minutes, of hours
Are now spat on tweet walls with a character limit
Are we getting used to the limit?
Are we being trained to be limited?
So much has changed since I wrote my first
On post poems dot com.
It seems harder to think a whole thought these days
Something coherent takes me too long to think to speak
I'm not the only one
So I'll start again, I've got to. I've got to.
To get back to myself.
Here's to you getting back to yourself
If I may offer an answer to your two questions posed in this poem: Yes, and Yes.
I see it in my students all the time. They cannot muster together well strung out thoughts, constantly trained in their life outside of school by "tweets" and "memes" and so on. I also see it in some of my family/friends, when ever they tell that a two paragraph email is a "bible" they "can't read".
This is a good poem, but most importantly, it's what it means to you and your days ahead that can make it a cherishable one when you look back at your life story. How did expressing yourself, being you, turn out? What was the moment it changed? Good luck, and hope to see you writing more here : )
fascinating about your
fascinating about your students. thank you for your kind words.