We sit as the judges in the shadows,
While sirens rage throughout the city
Bit by bit, find diversion in our nudges
Better close the door, look, then pity
For I have everything I need, & yet
This magic screen is my cul-de-sac
It holds me in a trance, I can’t forget
Sirens, outside my door? Can I pedal back?
Did I see this light blazing from my screen?
It does not matter, it’s just my imagination.
I don’t need to care for you; this is a dream
It’s too late to catch the train at the station
Outside, cool wind & nightfall’s chirping birds
Curtains drawn, hidden from judging words
©Christopher 2024
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Oh, the modern day dilemma of connection and disconnection … the ‘natural’ world vs the ‘artificial’ digital world of isolation and disengagement. I loved how this poem simply, yet skillfully depicts the angst of our existence between the two via it’s evocative use of imagery and references. Food for thought. Can we indeed ‘pedal back’??
Comment by emma lumsden on 13 August, 2024 at 11:21 pmThank you for sharing this, Chris.
Comment by Sarah-In-France-53 on 18 August, 2024 at 12:41 pm