Internether Poem by Martin O'Neill

Internether

Rating: 5.0


'A man who lives, not by what he loves, but by what he hates, is a sick man.' Archibald MacLeish.

In a room, alone
Blue screen flickers
Across a frown
A muttered imprecation
A spell of derision
Sent across the ether
Sealed with a tic
The shadows lengthen outside
While the darkness inside
Multiplies
Congeals on the screen
And grows black wings.
'Send.'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Percy Dovetonsils 05 February 2012

Nice one, Martin! Incisive and evocative. And thanks for you kind words re the literacy holocaust.

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Patti Masterman 20 April 2010

You have the touch with words, my friend.

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Jacqui Thewless 13 July 2009

Bingo. I think it's your forte to articulate the edge.

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Martin O'Neill

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Solihull, Birmingham, England
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