NaPoWriMo 2015 day 16

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Some days I find it hard
to pull back the duvet,
to function.
On these days
loneliness shadows me
like a cat waiting for food,
insistent, loud.
The halls of my familiar home
seem hostile,
close on me like an enemy.
Every movement is an effort
of thought.
Sun shines through the glass
but does not reach my skin to warm it.
I find my corner,
filled with pillows and books,
and hide for a while.

NaPoWriMo 2015 day 14

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I would like to use todays NaPoWriMo to highlight something that both annoys me & excites me simultaneously – technology. I love it in the common census way; it makes life easy, simple, convenient. But it takes away a base anonymity that we once owned. Noone now is invisible, everyone is jacked in to one site or another, creating a virtual presence to live by. As much as i partake myself, I dislike it, because I wonder where it will lead us.
Anyway, if anyone is still reading – my annoyance of technology in poem form is below.

By words I live and die, 
Life in its way becoming one
Of blood battles or of words.
We live for vast arrays of things,
All told in one way or another
What to do
And who to do it for.

Freedom,
The great illusion of our time.
Smart phones
Smart televisions
Smart cars
A technology link from place to place
Never alone
Never invisible.
It has never been more difficult to dissappear.

An age of connection
Virtual presence
Virtual minds.
Those who lag behind
Technology will win over
Or outlive.
We are linked in chains
From our wrists to our phones.
Always plugged in.
Never alone.

NaPoWriMo 2015 day 10

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Clouds

Not everything glitters,
it is something they fail to tell us
in childhood.
There lies in the everyday
a sullen hour,
when the magic fades
and clouds pass across my sky.
I dread this hour like a
finger in the door,
a stomach clenching fear.
It passes always,
with less fanfare than i expect.
I shake myself off,
pull sunshine back to my breast
and smile.

NapoWriMo 2015 day 9

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Reconnection

There have been anxious words of late,
unintentional insults, slights;
hurt between family being all
the more personal.
Begrudging thoughts,
paths between us
widening every day.
Forgiveness seems far
and memory bitter.

But then,
a song on the radio,
an accidentally heard tune,
with reminders of a past life.
Emotion frees the chest
and suddenly the heart is longing,
searching again for that
familial memory.

After months,
I pick up the phone.

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