How effortless life’s become

when with the click of a cyber button

we just as easily add friends as delete them,

when we block correspondence rather than communicate,

when we’ve the excuse of not having been in range of satellite service

or, “It must have gone to Spam”. No guilt or shame associated with such facelessness.


Yet, we are a soft and precious

lot easily bruised, licking old wounds

having nothing at all to do with others, consumed

with nursing presumed offenses assumed consciously and cruelly

committed by all the wrong confidants, with suffering frustrated muddled romances

confounded by mindless meddlers and further by a web of unnecessary misunderstandings?


Lend me a kiss, just one sweet

brush of your succulent lips and the madness

will revert to gladness. Extend to me the palm of your hand

so that I may place it submissively on my vulnerable cheek and slide

it down my small frail neck to hold it over my pounding heart. Step towards me, just one small

step and I will leap into your arms for the truth that is love cannot be confined to text typed in a box.


Ruth Newell May 20, 2012 @ 1:01 p.m.

Give me the old fashioned stuff, the face-to-face stuff oozing with body language and 'energy' but also riddled with the possibility of--touch, often underrated as a form of communication but so vital to reconciliation. And, I'm of the realm that if your gonna toss knives or pull rugs be woman/man enough to do it with me looking you square in the eye. Thanks as always Nan, for reading and commenting on my post.


nan shartel May 20, 2012 @ 5:02 p.m.

uh oh...i hope i didn't bring this last comment about...nah it's not me...i sold my knives years ago and know nutten from rug pullen...



Ruth Newell May 20, 2012 @ 5:16 p.m.

Goodness! Not at all. Just a poem that was inspired by a friend's "I hate Facebook" rant.


nan shartel May 25, 2012 @ 7:50 a.m.

Happy Memorial Day R2S r ya goin' hikin'?



Ruth Newell May 25, 2012 @ 9:03 a.m.

Avoiding crowds at all costs. Enjoy the holiday, Nan.


jemsd June 5, 2012 @ 7:33 p.m.

Yes crowds are just clumps that I call the "outsiders". I really hate them because,,, well because their there!!!! Maybe I should move to Idaho? :-)


Ruth Newell June 5, 2012 @ 8:16 p.m.

lol--but that's where all the INSIDERS are heading, or so I'm told.


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