“Asking for a friend.”
by Marie Elena
WD November Chapbook Challenge. Day 1. Write a beginning poem, or an ending poem
“Asking for a friend”
Dear fellow persons,
When did handwritten letters
become an art form?
Birthday greetings change
from carefully picked cards, to
instant facebook posts?
Did spelling our words
become an imposition
on us? idk.
When did we mutate
from people people, to mere
convenience junkies?
Have we managed to
make effortlessness a god
of our own doing?
A god that will bring
us to our knees when we see
it filched our intents
made us its robots
robbed us of our humanness
made us drop our
love.
© Marie Elena Good, 2022
pictured words 
Oh! This one touches a chord with me. All too often true.
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(Haven’t been writing, reading, OR commenting — except on what crosses my news feed in fb… and isn’t that exactly the point?
I DO still send lots of my own snail mail offerings though — mostly cards acknowledging “events”… Valentines, Halloween, birthdays, etc. 😀
As someone who still adores snail mail, and tries to send “joy mail” a couple of times a month, I love this. It’s tough, even with my own kids. We do have to learn to communicate in their “language.” Mine is still the written word.
The convenience of communication technology has sucked me in. I don’t want to be too hard on myself (or others) for it, because it really has become a tool to keep me in touch better. BUT … it comes at a loss I don’t like. I need to find better balance.
❤ ya, De!