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Some time ago, while taking a walk in a natural setting, I was seized by an irrational impulse — Poe would call it the “Imp of the Perverse” — to rid myself of my iPhone by hurling into a creek, or dropping it into a clear pool, and watching to see how long it would take for those glittering gem-like app icons to wink out of existence.

Like most healthy people, I have a love-hate relationship with technology, and I wish humanity would make greater attempts to question its utility. The romantic movement was a reaction against industrialization; I hope a new and similar movement will someday take hold in our digital age. There needs to be a backlash on technology’s dominance over our lives and a rediscovery of what it means to be human.

Anyway, this was a poetic attempt on this theme. I don’t know what I’m doing, but I do enjoy the idea of using traditional poetry to address modern subjects. Thanks for visiting!

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“Addiction”

Addiction

I caress you with my lightest touch
You grant me eyes for seeing
The world anew, my love is such
We are but single being
In darkest night when I arise
I feel a clammy fear
When a search with eager eyes
Reveals that you aren’t near
You screen no thoughts from me
Upon your glowing face
Your spell electric catches me
One hand’s a full embrace
When you beckon I respond
A world remains ignored
Nothing comes between our bond
Your frame embodies knowledge stored
This love of mine, I must confide
Is it all too much?
You connect. And you divide.
My Phone, iPhone, I touch.

– © 2013 copyright by c.d. keimling – manversespoetry.com