Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy poemsNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

The Rhythm of Communication Means II

We're forgetting the art of talking on the phone for hours and hours It was better than texting because you could hear each other's voices in near real time without having to show oneself Now you can hide your voice too and overthink everything you say It's texting or video chat You're either the most remote or as close as you can get from a near human reaction You're yourself after you think long and hard? Not who you trained to be on impulse Who trained me I wonder? Me, commercials, parents, environment, or destiny It's my goal to be a fractured self that can immerse themselves in the entrails of any one of these cubbyholes
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
kageysage
American
Published
Sep 16, 2017
Lines·Words
20·116
Tags
#phones#smartphones#texting#communication#philosophy#technology#postmodernism#modernity
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell kageysage how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write