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Found a sweet story
Behind the blues in your eyes
Your dreams do inspire
I wrote a poem for you

but I keep changing the words

because I'm learning
senryu
I lost my mother

No, not to death
I lost my mother to technology
To social media
To that ******* Facebook
I lost her to the bright rectangular shard of glass that was her phone

There she could reconnect with her friends
See what they were doing
Reunite with long lost childhood buddies
And see cute videos of dogs and babies

I used to love going on dates with my mom
Just the two of us
Most would say we were like sisters
We shared clothes and stories
And life lessons in between
Sips of coffee and slices of cakes
And walks in malls just because we wanted aircon

But now when I'm sitting across her at the table
Her eyes fail to meet mine
If they do all she'd say was wait, I'm replying
Then her eyes would fall back to the screen of her phone
Never-ending conversations became conversations that never even started
Loud chatter above food became silence so loud I could hear myself chew
Laughter and smiles were all the same except they were done looking down, facing a phone

And now I would rather dine alone
Than dine infront of someone glued to their phone
And that says a lot coming from someone with social anxiety and fear of being alone
Because if instead of talking to me your talking to your phone
I really would rather just be alone
I promise you it's not that different

Social media was designed to make us all connected
Countries apart, continents in between
We could talk and call like we were together at that very moment
But now the people were beside
The people we can touch and feel
The people with us physically
We forget to talk to, we ignore
We become disconnected with
Yes, you are retying old ties with your old friends who are miles away
I get that
And I am more than happy for you
That you and your highscool friends talk again
But what's the use of making new ties if you don't keep the ones you have now

I lost my mother to technology
I don't know if it's too late
I know technology won't stop advancing any time soon or any time in the future for that matter
But I have faith
I know beneath my mothers eyes glued to the screen
are the same eyes as the ones that first laid their eyes on me
Who looked at me ever so lovingly,
Like the most precious gift in the world

I lost my mother to technology
And I hope it's not too late to find her again
 Jul 2017 Paul Jones
Ramin Ara
The breeze
At dawn
Has
Secrets
To tell you
Don't go back
To sleep
Living our lives bound by what we see
as right and true. That's what we call reality.
Well right and true are vague terms and our
reality could turn out to be an illusion.
After all we live by our own assumptions.
 Jul 2017 Paul Jones
Traveler
A deeper inquiry
Is a priority
To catch
And identify
The complexities
   Of our reality...

Pay attention
To the nuances
Perhaps keep a tally
Apples and oranges
Are far from
    Jams and jellies...

Narrow views
Are often
Ordinary
Surely
We are more
   Than extraordinary ...

Try to keep
In mind
There must
Be more
To all this
Hocus Pocus
Then simply
What's literately
In our focus
...
Traveler Tim
 Jul 2017 Paul Jones
The Writer
stand against the sun
stretch towards its hopeful rays
and just feel its warmth
A happy haiku to hopefully brighten someone's day
What
if
the
pillows
could collect
the tears
and
recycle
them
to
drinkable water,
could be supplied
to the people
who are
in
drought
affected
area
?
The best out of waste!!
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