Poem 129, Sonnet 64: Poor Connection Poem by Samer Madbak

Connection not established, dear, your “pic”
Your rosy face has not adorned the “cam”
Your loving eyes, obstructed by this jam,
Still hide behind my bootless “double-click”
I tried “reboot”, exhausted every trick,
To win a glimpse of you, albeit sham,
A kiss, a smiley face, a “Love you, Sam…”
To light my room and flame my spirit’s wick
Connection down! The lines and I are pressed
My sorrow doubles, sev’rance multiplies,
Once more your pillow hosts my teary eyes
I hug your dress, and lull myself to rest…
Connection lost! The night is grim and vile
Oh will the line, tomorrow, lug your smile?


Beirut
September 17th 2004