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.
7 comments:
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.
Aman.
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.
Thank you for these comments ... Aman, ever sensitive fellow poet ... and Anonymous, your comment itself a poem. Thank you for your treasured inner ears.
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.
Thank you, dear Africanist. You always manage to see the value within.
"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!
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.
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