You tap the keys
you write the phrase
you send it on its way
You hope it registered respect
for what you had to say
No way to gauge reception
no knowing its affect
no reaction thru a visual tell
No vocal feedback treat for ear
just a soundless knell
Then comes the ring
that says there's mail
the return you've waited for
You read with interest the returning words
and prepare to write once more
Will you ever meet these people
from all around the world
the ones you thought you'd like to know
Who are they really, what are they like
is this digital connect the only way to go
Should anonymity remain the way
letting enigmatic mystery spike
with fantastical images left to guess
It would disrupt this pleasant connect
so realistically... the answer's yes
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Poems Primarily Narrative (or not)
PoetryFIRST PLACE COFFEE AFTER DARK WRITING CONTEST - JULY 2020 This collection has no particular category or message. They are errant thoughts and observations on various subjects. If interested, I hope you find some you enjoy.
