Friday, November 27, 2015

Before the Internet

Before the Internet there was a different
Kind of loneliness

Obsession was weightier
Not easy to slough off
Without endless distraction

Love felt like an enormous
Production complete with spirits
Arrayed in symphonic splendor

Never before discovered
Or enjoyed
Exactly so

There was a different kind of
Inner silence
In the seams between the sighs

More than just pauses between clicks
Or never-ending texts
The waiting moment

Touchable, reachable
Only by a cascade of experiences
Each to be absorbed

Going back in time to greet myself
I might be surprised
To feel that same ennui

That agony that used to fuel
My creativity
When having a muse

Was the difference between
Loneliness and being
Alone on a sea of joy.


MagicMuse said...

Hi Stirly. A wistful poem full of longing, yearning for a time when everything was simpler, less rushed, and yes, Life still paused between breaths. I miss those days too, when entertainment offered more than just respite from the next text message or social-media comment, when time spent alone was so nourishing.
Beautiful and evocative as ever...thanks for sharing, amiga.

Anonymous said...

I'm on the internet now, the tv is on mute but I can see my what's going on in the "Chopped" kitchen. The radio in my bedroom is tuned to NPR - I can hear the murmur - more about the Colorado shootings? Your poem brought the haze that clouds the moment to the fore and then, it dropped away and I remembered . . . what it used to be like. . . before. And the difference almost knocked me down.

I don't know if I could take it.
Not any more.
Not in this world.

Thank you Ms. Sparrow. You know where to find me.

Stirling Davenport said...

Thank you for these comments ... Aman, ever sensitive fellow poet ... and Anonymous, your comment itself a poem. Thank you for your treasured inner ears.

An Africanist said...

Wow, what an amazing reflection, taking us back to a time before endless distraction and infinite web-filling, when we actually had to look within to discover something new and bring it before our senses.

Stirling Davenport said...

Thank you, dear Africanist. You always manage to see the value within.

A Word Witch said...

"That agony that used to fuel
My creativity
When having a muse

Was the difference between
Loneliness and being
Alone on a sea of joy."

Perfectly captured. Thank you. Amazing poem!

Stirling Davenport said...

To you, Word Witch. I am bowled over by your comment. Thanks. I am always so thankful when my writing speaks to someone this way.