Grasping for Substance

Poetry from the every day.
By Elizabeth Cutright
© 2012 The Daily Creative Writer

Mania and misplaced energy abound today – so much to do and so little time to get it all done. It’s been difficult to carve out some space to think, let alone write. And so I used one of the oldest “tricks” in the book: writing from the moment. Sitting, staring at my monitor, this is what I started thinking about: how is it that we have more access than ever before – to our friends, our families, information and news – but the substance of life feels like it’s slipping away?

Don’t get me wrong. I love my iPhone and my macbook pro and my on demand cable. But I gotta tell you, flying kites at the beach over the weekend, sneaking into a hotel hot tub, watching fireworks from the warm cocoon of a friend’s car – these events and activities will stick with me long after the Facebook updates and internet memes fade away.

And so, I crafted this short little poem about our modern lives, where every activity comes with its own clarion call…

Click. Ping. Blurp.

What did the old poets say?
The world is too much with us.”
What would they think of today,
When every action announces itself
With a sound and a shake.

Tapping. Clicking. Scrolling.
Information easy at our fingertips,
But analysis harder to grasp.
We declare ourselves to everyone
With a sound and a shake.

Click. Ping. Blurp.
With every tone, a deed proclaimed.
Endeavors, accomplishments,
And feats of glory broadcast
With a sound and a shake.

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