The iphone

By hedgehog1

Fri, 15 Sep 2017
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Their

hearts

beating

different in each one

man or animal

who is smarter?

 

Man created for what?

the iphone

zombie like they walk

they are losing themselves

empty vessels walking

where's their head

 

Flicking, flicking, flicking

apps for talking apps for what

it's a constant chase

back pocket safe

iphone's home

five minutes in and out again.

 

Salvation

peace

no need to talk

a constant battle

man is iphone hooked

losing himself

 

Pictures

status

regimens lost

a diet of texts

man is drowning

on his iphone

Picture courtesy of youtube with no copyright issues

Certificate U
Poem
Opinion

Comments

Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Seems often can  be a distraction from careful thought about what heard/read and consideration of information received, whether true or false, and the consequences, correlating things (as you say, 'zombie like, where's their head' seems just fingers 'flicking, flicking');  and also relationship and friendship/people needs. (Though I would say, 'Man created for what' rather than 'man evolved to what')

Rhiannon

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you Rhiannon for your comments, I agree with you that it would read better with "Man created for what" and have edited accordingly.

Edward

 

Submitted by celticman on

man or animal, who is smater. man is an animal, tickled by technology to death. 

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you for your comment celticman.

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Edward,

this poem bought to mind a trip out to town with an old friend. It was a complete waste of time me going out with her, as she spent all her time on her phone clicking away as you said, showing me photos of people I didn't even know and playing games, hardly interested in what I had to say. We'd been friends since school and it was such a shock to discover how much we'd changed. Needless to say I never saw her again.

You definitely hit the nail on the head with this one. 

I'm not ashamed to admit that I've never owned an iphone or any other kind of mobile phone and never will. Some may say that's silly because one day it might come in handy, but they're just not my thing.

Sorry I  drifted from your poem. I thought you made a valid statement in this poem.

Jenny.

 

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

I'm like you Jenny I refuse to have a mobile phone. I'm glad I'm not alone and no you did not drift from my poem, you reflected the view as you saw it and your comment is so relevant to how the iPhone is taking over the lives of all generations. 

We eat out maybe twice a week with friends and insist that all phones are switched off, at first it was hard for our friends, but, now they are used to switching off we have a relaxed lunch with uninterrupted conversation.

Edward

 

Submitted by Di_Hard on

Brilliant, particularly the second stanza. Expressing so well something seen every day. Makes me uneasy. Like Jennifer I don't have a phone. Feel like a different species :0)

 

Submitted by hedgehog1 on

Thank you Di_Hard for your comments, the first line of the second stanza I altered with the help from Rhiannon and it reads much better. I wonder how many of us are out there happy to be in the minority?

Edward