Thursday, March 30, 2017

Cloudy with needy eyes

you're the sail wind's whisper
at first spring's blush

i inked you to my hands
from dawn to dusk

your every squeak, flashing lights
my screen time, life-

you ate up all my space
chewed pictures, thoughts

and blurted them to friends, foes 
anyone - like, love, share

you became bed, pillows
smooching my face

'til i broke up all bonds
misery, my lot-

in social media sea
disconnected

though i'm an octopus 
holding 8 gadgets

i float with needy eyes
near, far, nowhere-      

Credit:  here

Posted for D'verse poets pub - MTB hosted by Frank Hubeny ~  We are tackling irony in our poems. Joins us when the pub opens at 3pm EST.

29 comments:

  1. Very well done. It's hard to feel connected with so many ways to do so on the internet, yet it's hard to feel disconnected, too.

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  2. Yay... ieverywhere and nowhere... I recognize the feeling here. The image is perfect for the skillset we might need.

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  3. Very nice title. Can't get connected enough with the internet.

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  4. I enjoyed your 'Internet octopus', Grace, and especially like the lines:

    'i inked you to my hands
    from dawn to dusk';

    'you ate up all my space
    chewed pictures, thoughts

    and blurted them to friends, foes
    anyone - like, love, share';

    and

    'in social media sea
    disconnected'.

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  5. Ah, we all have to beware that social media sea, lest we become disconnected! This made me smile!

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  6. Who are the masters--who are the slaves? Is our youth twisted, perverted into ignorance & apathy? Don't get me revved up; loved your delicious tentacle lashing.

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  7. So sadly true of what is the curse of social media. A multitude of so-called friends and the loneliness of real life. (I use all little.)
    Kind regards
    Anna :o]

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  8. How you parallel "screen time" and "life" is frightening. Like, the less we're plugged in the deader we are to the world.

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  9. the irony well described, having all the gadgets but disconnected from life. timely reminder to get back into real living. Nice one Grace.

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  10. Straight to the center of the onion with this one, Grace!

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  11. You can't always get what you want, or what you need, to paraphrase The Stones indistinctly. Skin to skin does have its merits and strengths. Made me think, thank you.

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  12. this is sad. seeing lots of illustrations same as above. well pen :)

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  13. Lost in a world of "make believe". How fitting for we octipi

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  14. A very original creation capturing the irony of super connection and profound loneliness going hand in hand.

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  15. I love the "inked" line, especially. We "share" so much now...and yet so little.

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  16. everywhere and nowhere

    wow. wow. so true. so clever.

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  17. yea the agony of this gadget era...beautifully told!

    your every squeak, flashing lights
    my screen time, life-

    you ate up all my space
    chewed pictures, thoughts

    and blurted them to friends, foes
    anyone - like, love, share ............loved these lines!

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  18. Brilliant, Grace! Should be published in The New Yorker ;)

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  19. love the use of 'inked'...what stays ever awake is a pair of 'needy eyes'...perfect...

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  20. I do FB from about 2am to 8 or so (+/- the hours I read news media) then touch it not again until the next 2-8am shift. I also take frequent porch smoking breaks. But I love this poem Grace because you reminded me I must dig my flip phone out of my vest and charge it for the first time in 2-3 weeks. Someone may after all want to call it.

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  21. Everywhere and nowhere baby. Too true Grace. Too true.

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  22. So , it makes me wonder if you broke up, and only your poem writing blog remains. Or is it like abused spouse who complains and keeps returning for more. I think that is our usual MO, no?

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  23. So many connected this way and that without needed

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  24. It's easy to become overwhelmed by all the technology at our fingertips. I say this as I'm typing on my laptop while tethered to my phone, waiting on a message from Wifey, and wondering if I should've taken that call from the headhunter.

    I like the soft metaphors at the beginning, almost as if you're discussing a new lover during the honeymoon faze of romance. I like how as the poem progressed, the technology became progressively overwhelming until you didn't know where it ended and you began.

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  25. Every so true and more so all the time. Nice write.

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  26. So à propos for our day and age, and written so whimsically that the point is well taken without being burdensome. Well done, Grace. I always enjoy your poems. ~peace, Jason

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  27. "You ate up all my space." Ah yes -- the ever seductive device with apps -- the ever beckoning FB, email, CNN 24/7 news, I've been in restaurants where mom, dad, and two or three children are out for a "family meal" and every head is down, looking at some device. Ironic that these tools of communication have also almost eliminated meaningful, sustained and face-to-face communication, right? Well penned and great topic for your poem!

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  28. the motif of octopus reaching out for things is a very salutory motif for modern distractions and greed

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  29. 'you ate up all my space
    chewed pictures, thoughts'

    an awesome line of poetry. It really says it all, about THOSE relationships.

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