Safe Luxury

Here's one from the vaults--Whatcha think?

fossil records -------------- living in another age, i scarcly noticed time go by at such an earnest pace. information highways fly at dazzling speeds that terrify these hands that long for parchments in their place. i never will again, i sigh live a day as old as i. Thanks to all for your kind attention. Yes, I write all of the poems that I post. The funny thing is that this one is about 14 years old.

Public Comments

1. Satisfying close. I bet you could submit this poem to Wired magazine. i never will again, i sigh live a day as old as i. Really good writing there.
2. I don't think that poem has much meaning
3. As an "old soul" myself I know what you mean. A really great poem...smiling. It was even more enjoyable by your skill at rhyming. You are very talented.
4. I really like it. I'm at the age where I can truly appreciate this poem. Are you the author?
5. Ah the fear of change and longing for simplicity. The irony of the medium is surely not lost on me. Is the world of high speed anonymity less earnest than face to face familiarity? I suppose so. We can hope that for each thing lost something of equal value replaces it. Old hands on a new machine; we are the generation that straddles the technological explosion. Born with the space age to grow old with the information age. Modernism is hell for dinosaurs. Nice work bluesman!