In sight? a
poem for online friendships
Its amazing how deeply other lives can touch your own
from half a world...or more... away. Yet many do not
believe that you can really know anyone you have not seen
physically. It is true that some have buffalo-ed their
way into an alternate existence online for a time, but
that can happen in person too. If anything, I think its
tougher not to reveal yourself (eventually) when the
medium is "only" words...thats the output of
your mind/soul. Its positively weird how often we guess
correctly about how someone is feeling even when they use
the most measured words possible. I believe we must be
sending something of ourselves in all those keystrokes.
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Pictures paint a thousand words
of things that can be seen, observed.
Words of text do counterpart,
they reveal the soul, the mind , the heart.
and so between what is seen
and what is shared
and what is dreamed
A once tenuous bond may feel
Amazingly, solidly, close and real
I do not think it is a mere dream
Fashioned of fancy, of thoughts that team
And turn below the conversations spray
I think real insight is given away
in words
in timing
in empathic link
They all come together when we think
Or let our hearts read through the lines
Communication is the cord that binds
us across all time and space
Whether or not we have a face
to tie it to
~~~~~~ Missing
Inaction~~~~~~~~
I really miss you
I know full well
But when I see you,
Can my words tell
The feelings that rose when I didnt see
Someone who means so much to me?
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Good to See You Too!
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Salar grins at the cheerful sight
Of a friends name left on all night
Quiet reminder of one whose sage advice
And kindly words are spice to life
I look forward to the next happy chat
When we will maunder this and that
Rivenish and non...for to speak in brief
Your company is a pleasant appertif
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the one time when its good to be yellow...
Occasionally we got
into rhyming spells in Cyan Chat
I was just rhyming
It was good timing
It's better than miming
The rhymes now are climbing
words nickled and diming
much like coins chiming
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I like it when my brain isn't fried
When half my senses haven't gone to hide
and sensible words from my lips will flow
but sadly now, that isn't so.
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Departure ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I look upon your name in red
For suddenly our line is dead
And I am left wanting to know
Why suddenly you had to go
Without goodbye
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I hope its not a
sudden ire
That no missent word inspired fire
Within a friend whose loss I'd rue
I'd hate to think I might hurt you
I'd never try
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Its hard to
choose all words with care
So many traps strike unaware
Sore points in hearts always abound
And wounds are made without a sound
And then we cry.
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I waited for you
overlong
Until other friends had urged my calm
Then you came in friendly here
I greeted you with happy cheer
And relieved sigh
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Observation
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through the deepening night a small pc in Virginia chuggs
and chortles its way through a feast of bits and bytes
flowing down through its grey umbilicus on the wall
Salar watches her pc feast thoughtfully
What will be born?
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Inspiration and the Setting Sun |
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My thoughts on the setting of this sun
are that my work is only half begun
and as I watch perfection sprawl
across the skies I feel the call
to watch, to work, to paint, to write,
to share colours of this night
to tell the tale of how its made
to dream of lives formed in its shadeDo
we ask where inspiration lies?
I think I see it in heavens eyes
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but inside family and chores await
and I can expect the work to sate
the energetic ramblings of my mind
and hold my attention for quite some time
once I pass inside my door
I will earthen life explore
Now my family I adore
They're what I'm living for
but its hard to lose all sight
of the dreams I found tonight
Many sunset visions will take flight
before any one will see web light
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Ages in Time |
The future is a darkened page.
No living hand may write
Further than a line or two,
To see into its night.
The future is a hidden Age
We cannot glimpse whats there
But everything we take with us
Determines whats found there
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She sighs at lost contact
Her friend has gone home
Still joy is you'll be back
And together we'll roam
Over web space that's open
To all who have keys
Stay well and warm, Friend
And my heart you'll please :)
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