Upon the Internet, I am a part
of all that I hold dear. That piece of me,
unseen without a blog page from my heart,
now views itself in that reality.
I’m privy to their language and their games.
I see the latest tattoo on their skin.
As Granny, careful to approve and claim
all those who would remain, in part, my kin.
Before, I was a stranger to that child,
but now they see me in a knowing light.
So long as I may text a note that’s mild
and make it brief and end it out of sight,
I still exist. I’m wired and in my eyes
that’s still cool comfort I cannot deny.
(The poem is about you and you are about what you say, think, talk, eat. You might end up with a poem that seems bizarrely solipsistic (like the internet itself, maybe?), but there might also be a spark there of something live and fun and present (like the verbal equivalent of a really great animated cat .gif).
Retired teacher. I write for the sheer joy of it. Prefer form over free verse. Favorite: English sonnet. Attended University of Florida and Florida Atlantic University, Taught High School English in the '70's.
Freelance Photographer for Hallmark Greeting Card Company in the '70's. Doll Design: sold my fabric/clay figures and patterns online in 1980's from here to Australia. My work appeared in major Doll magazines. Still busy writing poetry age 84 this year.
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