Poetry, Day Six: Screen
You’re reading these words on a screen. Screens — comforting, addictive, inescapable — are everywhere, especially when we read and write (and blog). Today, write a poem about, against, or in homage to the screens in your life. Or write about some other kind of screen — for example, the one stretched across your window, or the piece of cloth on which movies are projected at the theater.
It chased me in my dreams
it chases me when I wake
why do you follow me
into the bathroom?
why do you care what I eat
what I wear
what I think?
Are you a God? A Devil? A Demon?
You judge my harshly Facebook, you frown upon me, scold me
When I chose to think
for myself
or chose to be
alone.
You ask when I sin
when I vote
when I’m good
and when I’m bad.
Did I fly a Rainbow flag?
Did I weep for the kittens
left in a bag, on a road
all alone
defenseless in the cold?
Do you think you
are
Santa Claus?
My Mom or my Dad?
Because I know you are not
I’m glad you’re not.
You have
no passion
no Soul
housed
in your cyberbones.
I wish we could
pull your plug, cut your cord
live again
without
stating
repeating
endlessly
relentlessly
to the very end
of each and every day.
How can we turn you off, turn you away, live for the moment
without looking down
without looking away.
We can live out of the blue.
we
existed
without you
before.
Bill Traylor
Great poem. Facebook is relentless and sometimes i hate my obsession with it. Love your blog – you have a great writerly voice.
Thank you so much Leigh! I’m glad you enjoyed my blog.
Yeah, that bathroom thing…. Me too.
And FB has SO many eyes.
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