Out Of The Blue

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.

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It chased me in my dreams

it chases me when I wake

Facebook

              why do you follow me

              into the bathroom?

Facebook

              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.

Facebook

               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?

Facebook

                                                 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.

Facebook

   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.

Facebook

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.

Facebook

we

existed

without you

before.

Bill Traylor
Bill Traylor

Do I Have To Go Over This Again? Well FINE.

 

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“ You wrote that about me didn’t you?”

Put up a picture with a snarky quote on your Facebook Wall  and I guarantee you somebody will jump on the comment section and answer it as if it was intended for them … you know, like out of the 400 people on my page I took the time out of my day to post about YOU.

I sat on my phone and ate up Data looking for a picture to sum up YOU.

I can’t speak for the rest of the “ Facebook Community” but the thing of it is I’m a writer and when I’m using facebook or my blog it’s all about ME.

It’s not about YOU.

If you want something about YOU sent out to the interwebs, please feel free -this is America after all.  YOU  are free to express yourself all over YOUR FB wall. Anything your little heart desires within the scope of the law- which on FB seems to be like the laws during the Wild West Days here in the states. So you can get away with some pretty nasty crap.

Because when I write, it’s all about ME and whatever story is in my head.

Only room for me and that story in there.

Besides, writers are self absorbed it’s all about us and our thoughts and our visions. I really don’t sit around and think, ” Oh boy. I might offend somebody out in the FB Universe. I better scrap this.”

When I write it’s full steam ahead.

The way it works is, when  I’m inspired by a phrase or a picture and I think I might find useful for my future works,  I put it on FB. If  it really strikes a chord I’ll probably do post about it, or I’ll walk away with a character personality trait or at the bare bones I’ll have a neat picture to throw into my post because hey, people love those pictures.

In fact, I’m pretty sure that people go to my wall for the most part because they like the pictures, I don’t think anyone goes there to actually read anything, or they’re just NASTY OLD TROLLS and want to see what I’m up too and figure it’s a way to get into my head without me knowing it,  however-  FYI – (POLITICOS this includes you too,) I write FICTION, I make stuff up ALL DAY LONG when I write. Just keep that in mind ) I look at my FB Wall as a brick or cement wall and I have all the chalk in the world to play with.

Plus when I hit a theme I like I’ll stick to it- like for awhile my page was all about David Tennant and Cats.

Once I write something  or go on FB ( and those pictures and links do tell a story, when you view them all together as opposed to stand alone posts ) I’m prepared to stick to it. But explain it? No. If I have to do that I didn’t tell the story very well and all one can do is try better the next time. That means that there is a chance that  if you saw something that ticked you off, you’re going to be ticked off again and again until I get whatever feeling that I  am trying to capture right and I’ve made my point..

I’m tenacious when it comes to my writing- no matter what form of media I may be using at the time.

So.

As the kids would say,

“ Word “

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