MOBILES (poem)
By Frances Macaulay Forde
Fri, 15 Jan 2010
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Trendy shades that click to match.
Invisible.
Except for what looks like a hearing aid
turning us all into
business buskers barking at buildings.
And it’s very natural to turn
when someone says ‘Hello’.
You even get a choice now.
Number display.
Answer or reject.
Interruptions.
(Blasted ‘Call Waiting’.)
Choose to ignore the insistent beeping
and inevitably
others can’t resist the burning question.
Favourite songs are ruined forever
by ringing interpretations.
Courtesy has gone out the window.
Lunch breaks deleted.
Performances interrupted.
Moving movie moments spoilt.
Availability questioned
by “This mobile is turned off”.
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Like this...a lot. Many a
Permalink Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
Like this...a lot. Many a true word is spoken in a poem;-)
Tina
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I agree with Tina; turned my
Permalink Submitted by threeleafshamrock on
I agree with Tina; turned my thoughts into words. What would we do without the 'Mobile'? It has become such an integral part of life, over the last ten years or so. My nine year old wants one for his birthday because, 'all my friends have one for ages'...what happened to cap guns and footballs; I'm getting old, I really am!
Like this Frances, nice one.
Chris XXX
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