It's harder now
to navigate
newfangled stuff
just aggravates
New tech is foreign
to my tastes
I still rebel
so out of date
Now robots rule
old school is fake
as changes swirl
predict my fate
As time goes by
I'm running late
yet for heaven's sake
make heaven wait.
This poem echoes my thoughts on technology. I cannot compose poetry on a key board as it simply does not work for me. I find that handwritten work is more easily a connection between mind and hand, a more natural channel to express onself within one´s own frame. I remain a fountain pen and paper poet.
Thank you for this poem
Keith
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jennifer Malden
Tue 12th Feb 2019 17:56
Couldn't agree more! I write my stuff by hand, as I prefer it, but then have to put it on the computer as it is unreadable!
I like a real pen not a biro for the occasional letter or card too.
Jennifer