Yore Kidding Me

frisends

Greeting your neighbor

used to involve

a wave of the hand

and pat of their dog

a quick game of Frisbee

or shared trip to shop

a compliment paid

for a gardening job.

But these days

the neighbors

are harder to know,

>ears plugged for sound<

<head wired to nodes>

the head nod–

*a spasm*

the grin

  a gum show  😀

eyes glued to digits

smart phone aglow

and sure, these progressions

have google to boast,

but I prefer contact

without a web host,

as tangible presence

beats giggle/bite ghost

the hearts interacting

not keypunched,

♥ ↔ ♥

but gold.

©Karen Robiscoe

daily prompt: obsolete

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

3 Responses to “Yore Kidding Me”

  1. It’s so true. I remember moving in to places and the neighbours making you drinks and offering something to eat. Letting you know where all the services are. Now, there is nothing. More like avoidance.

    • yeah, neighbors nearby are usually good–but the mainstream–“mean-stream” interaction is alot less..uh…interactive.

      People walk around in a haze of personal space made public–cell phones, iPods, etc…Google glass stands poised to take that a step in a dangerously further direction. Where does this Orwellian BS end?

      I was raised to greet your passing by pedestrian–no locked doors…that kind of small town mentality, and I get wistful for it…

  2. Wonderful post! I love the poem as well as the sentiment! Super creative.

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