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My small screen

Is a black hole

That sucks me into

The miasmic plasma

Of hidden light,

That both connects

And separates me

To and from others

I sense the forever

Yearning

The existential hole

Where we plug in

Hoping to feel 

An integrity 

That constantly falls

Apart, on its way

To wholeness

My tether to this world

Can grow thin and despairing

When the fear/hatred 

Comes winding out of 

The electronic web

Of connections

Or it can grow thick and full

Of sweet passion for

A planet of exquisite beauty

And courage

I need skin to skin

Eye to eye

Voice to voice 

Touch

To remember we

Are one, 

Even without the artificial

External constructs

To re-connect,

We are one.

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Comments

  1. Exquisite, January. Intriguing how the spareness of poetry can speak volumes.

  2. Betsy Pfau says:

    Lovely, as ever, January. You express deep thoughts with simple words and constructs, revealing truisms that mere prose cannot. You add so much to this site. Thank you. I agree that the web can be a way to connect in both good and bad ways, but is never a replacement for personal contact.

  3. Laurie Levy says:

    January, your poem captures so beautifully the ambivalence so many of us feel about social media and the yearning people feel to make connections. I fear we have lost the “eye to eye, voice to voice” as we disappear down the rabbit hole of our digital worlds.

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