Daniel Henry Rodgers Poet Free verse

Cell Prison: a Parasite of Life

My pixel prison, / parasite of my mind, / tyrant of my time. 

Once upon a time- a letter or a call sufficed.
Now, years vanish in a blink of an eye, 

Beeps and buzzes, / rings and memes. 

Panic… no time or space to breathe…, to think, to feel. 
Only rumors, lies, confusion, facts, & paradoxes / 
Black Hole Fury, ennui, strain, insomnia, fatigue...

A silent scream / Enough is Enough!!

I Take control - disconnect from the leech…. 
I walk outside, / I breathe / Fresh Air, 
Weeping - I hear the distant thunder /

I gaze at the willows, roses, sparrows, clouds, & bees 
Nature - my old friend, my healer, a warm breeze
Free at last - I wander at will, elated I perceive...
The path not taken.

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Duke Beaufort December 18, 2023 at 7:45 AM We know that many people have an addiction to technology. We see people glued to devices while they're walking or driving. This has definitely changed the world and the average personality type here. Makes me wonder what the future holds. Thanks for describing this phenomenon. Daniel Henry Rodgers December 28, 2023 at 7:19 AM Good morning, Duke, thanks for your comments. I am a counselor and there is an actual diagnosis now for technology addiction. You are so write that we allow a device to control us. Happy New Year! - Daniel

D.W. Rodgers December 1, 2023 at 11:18 AM I totally agree and am off for my after noon forest bath with the dogs. Dave Daniel Henry Rodgers December 1, 2023 at 12:06 PM Thanks for your comment Dave!! Have a great bath!! - Blessings, Daniel

Lin Lane September 15, 2023 at 11:41 AM So easily have some of us become slaves to phones and the Internet. Forsaking the beauty of nature and everything it offers us. Very well written, Daniel. Daniel Henry Rodgers September 24, 2023 at 1:28 PM Thanks Lin for commenting. The great outdoors has so much to offer for those who seek. Thanks again!

Andrew John September 7, 2023 at 1:19 AM A part of the mind that is a pixel size. Then a silent scream. I like these images - oh, and the Frost echo that Brian Sambourne mentions here. Daniel Henry Rodgers September 24, 2023 at 1:29 PM Thanks for your comments Andrrew! Ys a little bit of Frost.

Brian Sambourne September 5, 2023 at 6:27 PM Nicely penned, Daniel. I like the short, clipped grouping of words all of which celebrate living, richly. Your last line is a fine echo of Robert Frost. Best wishes, Brian Daniel Henry Rodgers September 24, 2023 at 1:31 PM Thanks Brian, I appreciate your thoughts about my poem. It is a different path to choose the outbdoorninnof itself and I think Frost would be surprised at the hours spent of tech.

Perry Campanella September 5, 2023 at 5:31 PM Hello, Daniel Henry Rodgers - this verse is interesting - loads of imagery to relate to; I like "I wander at will, elated I perceive... The path not taken." this is a good thing cause- Enough is Enough - I will drop in on you cause I wander at will - Good Luck - Stay Safe too! Perry C. Daniel Henry Rodgers September 24, 2023 at 1:32 PM Thanks so much Perry for your knight's!