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There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Reminiscences


Silent phones,
Unanswered messages,
Chats left hanging in the middle,
Promises to be right back,
Only to be broken
With an endless wait.
Busy or misplaced priorities?
But somehow,
There is always a time,
For a tweet or a FB update,
With its impenetrable words,
And inscrutable countenance.
Reminiscences hurt now,
So do reflections.
Have times changed
Or is it just us,
Busy building crowds
On gadgets with lonely hands?
The long talks, the hearty laughs,
The Kodak moments, handful and precious,
And the treasure of memories;
Fading away in chosen special effects.
Some things just never heal,
Of loss.


26 comments:

  1. You are right. Some things never heal. I could have written this except it wouldn't have been nearly as good. Beautiful.

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    1. Thank you Lumdog2012. I am so honored to hear these words from you.

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  2. You're right, it is very easy for us to reach out to each other, especially with all our social media. Nice poem.

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  3. Wonderful! This line... "Busy building crowds/ On gadgets with lonely hands.." was perfect. I believe we have lost a tangible connection with our friends and family, even if it's easier to communicate. There seems to be a lack of a more personal touch a written letter or phone call use to give.

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    1. That was the central idea. To feel the relations, not just live them in words and messages. I am glad the words communicate it. Thank you Tara.

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  4. Lush, deep, and well-written.

    I like "chosen special effects". They are chosen, aren't they? Great phrase.

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    1. Thank you Lance. Your encouragement is so heart warming. As for the effects, yup, definitely chosen. Thank you once again :)

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  5. This is great, Ruby! Online 'relationships' are certainly not the same as face to face friends. It doesn't matter if someone has hundreds of online 'followers'...I wonder how many would offer a shoulder to cry on in a time of need?

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    1. Seriously Janna. What surprises me most is that how comfortable we all have suddenly become with this trend. Value of a relation is now counted in number of likes and comments one has left on his / her friends pictures.
      Thank you for sharing you thoughts here Janna. Your words mean so much to me.

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  6. Ruby! Exactly what I feel! In order to build relationships through technology we have forgotten the simple pleasures of a hug and meeting in person! Everything is so full of technology, even our relationships!

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    1. I am glad these thoughts find an echo in your heart too Habiba. Thanks for your visit and your kind words.

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  7. Or is it just us,
    Busy building crowds
    On gadgets with lonely hands?

    Really lovely lines, Ruby.

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  8. Ruby, another beautiful snapshot. Have times changed or is it just us? I love that - all of it.

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    1. Thank you Stephanie. I really appreciate all your support to these posts.

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  9. I love this! So beautifully written and so much truth in your words.

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    1. Thank you Lucy for liking and appreciating this post.

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  10. This rings so true! We really need to take a step back from the screens and look again at the world around us. (:

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    1. I so agree with you Draug. Thank you for sharing your thoughts with us all.

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  11. So poignant, and very true! I loved the flow of this--very lyrical.

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    1. Thank you so much TMW Hickman. Your words are really inspiring.

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  12. a very aching, thoughtful piece. great job with the prompt.

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    1. Thank you Jenna. I heartily appreciate your encouragement.

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