Panagiota Romios Poet Free verse

Drizzling Raindrops

        Drizzling Raindrops


Sitting here, listening to the 
soft sound they make on the 
fence.
Lulling myself and my pen
into a silent, secret trance.

Dreaming of days long ago!
When people valued each 
other!
Far more, than a white screen,
that ripped out the heart of 
each other, in an AI's dream.

How ironic we will not talk on 
a telephone anymore! 
Heaven's no~
It is a task we abhor!
Do we really believe we are 
free from Death's rapacious 
knock on our door?
.
Don't you get how totally short 
life really is?
Or do you think that when dead, 
then, and only then, will you 
have the time to speak?
What a sad, tragic,  heartbreking 
and intellectual mystique!

            

      November 21, 2019

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Tom Cunningham November 22, 2019 at 6:32 AM Well written Panagiota, nothing annoys me more when talking to a real person and their phone goes and I'm left standing there, got wise to that I just walk off. Tom Tom Cunningham November 24, 2019 at 1:41 PM Thanks Panagiota I will Panagiota Romios November 22, 2019 at 7:25 AM Oh, on a cellphone, that's frequent if they are in a poor signal area. If they have an uncharged phone...you are out of luck. I still prefer landlines and those old phone booths. So lovely, they were in the UK. Thanks for your comment Tom..hug Caleb for me. Xxx

Line Gauthier November 21, 2019 at 9:32 PM Many relationships are indeed disappointing, Panagiota. Unlike our relationship with poetry. Your poem is great. Panagiota Romios November 21, 2019 at 9:43 PM You are a philosopher and a poet! We do need people to love and serve. I advocate for conversation in real time...life is short...these devices we use are not people. Panagiota. Rest well.)))