Here is my poem for last week’s poetry prompt, Audience:
Hear our Screams
The power of words and story
moving at the speed of light,
tiny snippets, longer speeches,
each channeled into flight.
Everything is out there,
each thoughtful and rapid word,
all stacked in applications
longing to be heard.
Do the readers have a goal
to learn or be informed?
Just clicking a reaction
seems to be the norm.
We shout into the ethers
by tapping lighted screens,
hoping for a signal
that someone hears our screams.
I came across this quote after writing this poem but I think it fits well here.
“A writer out of loneliness is trying to communicate like a distant star sending signals.”
-John Steinbeck (from “In Awe of Words” in the March 3, 1954 issue of The Exonian)