Twitter – A Villanelle
Twitter – A Villanelle
Be my friend in real life, more so than on Twitter.
A palm on hand binds us together like no single passing tweet.
Follow me down to the setting sun – we’ll revel in its glitter.
Though the Web may be the Great Transmitter,
we’re born to join hand-in-hand, face-to-face, seat-to-seat.
Be my friend in real life, more so than on Twitter.
The Web of Life is rare with sweet and full with bitter.
The human heart works its healing power beat to beat to beat.
Follow me down to the setting sun – we’ll revel in its glitter.
How can we make the most out of the dying time we’re given? We fritter.
Remember: the collective laughter of our childhood turned bitter into sweet.
Be my friend in real life, more so than on Twitter.
The Web we weave needs the skill and care and hand of a knitter:
to conquer death and fear and hate is the greatest human feat.
Follow me down to the setting sun – we’ll revel in its glitter.
We’re not here long at all my friend; don’t let the Web be our Quitter.
Let’s love the world in its human form and live deep within its dying heat.
Be my friend in real life, more so than on Twitter.
Follow me down to the setting sun – we’ll revel in its glitter.
by @PhiBaumann
This is a sparkling poem Phil.
You do Dylan Thomas proud!
Holy crap, Phil. This is wild. I don’t know whether to laugh or cry…
Me either.
I actually wrote this from the perspective of a composite between a child who grows up in a world of little in-person interaction and the old Romantic Poets who were concerned about the emergence of technologies that would be beyond our control.