Daver Austin Poet Free verse

Speed - Journal Xii

SPEED – JOURNAL XII

It’s hard to keep up

The world is
changing so fast
On the news, fast
talkers
We ancients need
motorized walkers
 
What once was
considered speed
reading
      has,
apparently, become
the norm
Eyes travel slowly
over familiar
phrases
These trigger
memories, disturb
concentration
Lines disappear
prematurely

Fiction-wise, there
are, for us
experienced sages,
      no new plots
Even the variations
are multi=traveled
All interest fades
in a fetid pool of
boredom

Film producers are
wise to the
over-taxed plot
And try to stimulate
public interest with
fast-
      moving, noisy,
violence
Which manages to
lack any sort of
      sensible
organization
No, all is chaos, at
least to us old
timer’s tastes

In these last few I
shall try to harvest
those few
      inner moments
Which stir a sort of
over all activity
 This I call
faking-oneself-out

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Gwendolen Song August 6, 2014 at 7:11 PM Daver, as I read this I feel the world is digressing and you are the one accelerating even though the speed of the world seems to advance with its chaos and lost emotion! What a wonderful write as you fillet your real heart for the audience. I really enjoyed this one! Glad to be back and reading again!

Andrea Dietrich July 31, 2014 at 10:56 PM I hope you can harvest a lot of these inner moments, Daver. I find myself somewhere in the middle of the old and the new generations. A lover of the modern movies but a hater of modern technology that isolates people in little bubbles just doing text messages all day long. It's a very strange new world. I have a love hate relationship with it!

Andrea Dietrich July 31, 2014 at 10:54 PM Daver, that Alvin was not normal. All we did was make out and I could tell that he felt guilty about it. That's what too much religion does to some people!!! Anyway, he was a very good boy! now I will read your poem.