Tuesday, June 29, 2010

You've Got Mail

photo © Mark Butkus 2006
Ephemera through the ether.

In box ghosts
In god we trust
Picture from forgotten toasts
Friendships cyclical, boom or bust

One, two, three, four
Boldface type between the junk
Plaintive missives to ignore
Memories stored within a trunk

Friends arrayed 'neath a tree
Once upon a summer's eve
Kept in touch with none of thee
With a pen we took our leave

Scattered comments, wish you were
Scattered ashes, dust to dust
Given a choice of you or her
Follow always wanderlust

Blinking cursor, monochrome screen
One truck passes on the street
Slowly passing fields of green
A moment's thought, then press delete.


— Mark Butkus




15 comments:

  1. well captured feeling of the modern technical communication society...always fast-paced, fast-lived...sometimes i wish back the old letters, inks, stamps and slow postal ways...on the other hand...it has its advantages...if we use it wisely..great poem

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  2. In box ghosts
    In god we trust
    Picture from forgotten toasts
    Friendships cyclical, boom or bust

    Love the beats to this opening

    EWnjoyed the development

    A sound read

    Cheers

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  3. Yeah always so much hustle and bustle. Delete sure does get a work out I'd say. Wonderful verse.

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  4. Claudia, I could imagine the volumes of correspondence between us if we lived in another time. Would we be connected in the same way?

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  5. wow this pops here and there little snatches of life moving so fast...you must have fallen in the twitter stream..smiles...way too fast for me...

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  6. Brian, yes, way too fast. Come tomorrow morning we will all have moved on to other poems, other messages, other meaning in our ephemeral inbox.

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  7. An enabler, this, of many things, some good, many not, but all the manifestations of our need to connect connect connect, no matter how superficially, or temporarily, or arbitrarily. I like the staccato delivery and openness in your lines.

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  8. A moment's thoughts, then press delete. Is that really how we are connected today. Briefer than brief?

    Your poem is beautiful and I love the picture.

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  9. Thank you hedgewitch. Your reply reads like a poem itself.

    Oceangirl, I haven't pressed delete. dVerse allows us to connect on different levels but as in real life we pause, reflect, move on. In time this forum will pass as well. Let us celebrate this time together and our love of poetry while it holds us in her bosom.

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  10. Just reading your comment above. It's true the more we connect, the less we invest, it becomes a blur of images and the imprints and memories sometimes attach to the wrong person. We think we can hold it all but we don't as well as when we read typed pages or handwritten ones in script called cursive now not taught, drinking coffee, anxious about word placements and choice. Those poems from college friends stick and can be called up all these years later. A sad poem here for me, but a true one.

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  11. So vivid and imaginative... loved your lines...

    'Scattered comments, wish you were
    Scattered ashes, dust to dust'

    thanks for sharing..

    Shashi
    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/11/whispers-fire-faayar-faayaar-dedicated.html
    At Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  12. Thank you, Shashi. Your poetry takes me to distant places.

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  13. In box ghosts
    In god we trust
    Picture from forgotten toasts
    Friendships cyclical, boom or bust


    how divine lines, love your poetry talent.

    :)

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  14. Thank you to the Poetry Palace for hosting poems and poets.

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