Lamentation of a technological dissident

Technology is a love-hate relationship

Ensnared in my tangled mass of wires

technological confinement is 

withstood. 

By the time you get this message

the rain will pour down 

as before

beating against the window pane

foiling my longed for escape. 

No

here come delicate snowflakes

lightly sugaring the barren hills with fine powder.

Today, I plotted my exodus

from a pursuing feeling

that insists on following me

to:

each continent

each country

each city.

Nagging, gnawing, imprisoning

soul within body

bashful and retreating creature that she is

divinely enraptured she seeks comfort she can never find

soothing balm for wounds never healed

each time their scabs start to form

they are torn asunder by fresh falls

tumbles into life with the wrong companion

while wishfully thinking

that just once

freedom

could be hers.

Reviews

[zainul]

Very nice poem.
Love to recite and explore the treasure in it.

[Distant horizons]

Nicely penned

[schanzilla]

i like the pace and style of this, and you've got some delightful imagery.