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Present and Aware

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She could have witnessed the bright blue iridescence that clashed

Against verdant green, as the kingfisher flashed

Returning from slow, clear water to his riverbank home.

She could have, but she was far too busy on her phone

 

She could have witnessed the multicoloured rainbow painting

darkening heavens, with daylight abating

Blackened sky with sparkling starlight, a silvered moon, slow flown.

She could have, but she was far too busy on her phone

 

She could have witnessed countless blossoms budding on the trees

Thick yellow pollen smothered legs of honeybees

Flight path through flowered blooms, then back to hive and home

She could have, but she was far too busy on her phone

 

She could have witnessed the baker's van speeding down the road

Overtaking the lorry that had swiftly slowed

Blindly stepping forward onto the crossing, all alone

She'd be alive today if she had only looked up from her phone

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◄ The Chamber.

Harold, 14th October 1066. ►

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Russell Jacklin

Wed 24th Sep 2025 19:56

Beno, you are right, I remember a world where a phone call was made in a telephone box down the road. The occurrence of young people disregarding the space around them while they live their lives through a small bright screen is growing but I can say that more and more old f@rts are doing likewise apart that because of their age they are so much slower😂😂😂

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Beno

Wed 24th Sep 2025 09:07

I liked the idea in this poem; beauty sacrificed on the alter of banal distraction.
Some lovely lines that jump out.
I'm guessing your not a young person.
Very poignant and appropriate commentary on modern life from someone who's lived in better times.
Enjoyed this, well done.

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Russell Jacklin

Sat 20th Sep 2025 22:01

Totally agree, thank you

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Stephen Gospage

Sat 20th Sep 2025 13:26

A sad conclusion, JD, but a perfectly judged and relevant poem.

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