I decided to post a pandering, self-contradictory poem… Not a soul caught on and it was treated as serious writing. This speaks volumes about the nature of online readers of poetry, or anything for that matter. These people either hit “like” without reading a word, or failed to comprehend a word of it. This is why I rarely publish anything online these days. Write for yourself, people. Don’t waste yourself on others.
Monthly Archives: August 2017
No Signal
I never truly stop, I’m not lost
I’m self contained
I’ve always got something that I want to pen to page
My endless, ageless passion
I cannot count the times I’ve been labeled as “old fashioned”
Keys crashing with echoes of antiquity
Lost with my typewriter; a gift that’s all too dear to me
My way to be connected, though often hid away
Mechanical extension
Carriage, bell and tape