The Net Without Emily

Locked behind walls

of ink and pen I stargaze

into an electric eye

that hounds my fingers

to step from archaic cursive

into a net trapping keyboard strokes.

I wish to be invisible in a world

rabid for detailed exposure.

The love I mother in my heart

doesn’t wish to drink from

a common faucet of outrage

or share depth where shallow pools.

I don’t want my voice stored

in a cloud, barricaded but never secure.

My world is a room where God

hears my confessions and pulls

my soul through ink until I surrender

translation upon pages only I can see.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

This isn't exactly steampunk poetry, but I brought Emily Dickinson into the modern age of internet exposure. I wrote her fighting it, but then again perhaps she would embrace it. There is a cult of electronic introversion I believe...see without being seen..speak without responding..It could be light or dark. 

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