Wednesday, May 29, 2013



The siren song of technology
         sit, sit, just a few minutes
                       check in
                            share share share

"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?
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.   
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1 comment:

  1. Oooo--tough one...sitting is the new smoking. Ouch.