Monday, July 27, 2015

Oblivion


I
drank noon
from a wine
glass horizon
and watched seagulls beg
bits of bread from fingers
typing voiceless messages
across lifeless, electronic palms.
Human connection sacrificed to
the digital blink of separation.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

11 comments:

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I absolutely adore this!! The opening lines had me captivated instantly! :D
Beautifully executed :D

Lots of love,
Sanaa

Gail said...

Well done. Isn't it sad how rare face to face is?

Fireblossom said...

I'm with Sanaa, I really like this, and though it is spot-on and predicts a rather gray future, surely wherever birds are involved, there has to be a way.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Well said - in all sorts of ways!

debispoems said...

typing voiceless messages
across lifeless, electronic palms.
Human connection sacrificed to
the digital blink of separation...... love the way you stated that. Too true.

Mama Zen said...

This is just excellent, Susie!

Ella said...

Bravo for visiting the real world~ It is sad, how we are always connected digital-sometimes we need to be alone with ourselves~ Love, the view in your poem.

Sumana Roy said...

"Human connection sacrificed to / the digital blink of separation."...so true...

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I love the perfect progression of this poem.

Margaret said...

"from a wine
glass horizon"

is such a clever original twist and "seagulls...typing voiceless messages"! That is incredible. Very clever girl you are.

Other Mary said...

Your opening lines are so sensual...of the senses, a great contrast to the electronic, removed from life ending. So well expressed, Susie. It really has run rampant.