The siren song of technology
sit, sit, just a few minutes
connect
check in
share share share
Like!
"Sitting is the new smoking"
Yank it. Rip it. Coil it up in a ball and put it away.
The tie that binds
and confines and defines.
Stand up open the door step outside and just listen
Do you hear it?
Silence
broken only by
the rhythmic chirping of birds
the creaking ribbet of a frog
I think I'll take a picture and post it.
Inspired by Wednesday Poetry Prompts.
All content (words or images) by Liza Lee Miller unless otherwise noted.
© 2013, Liza Lee Miller.
