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crypticbard
crypticbard
Apr 23, 2025 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

once again

there was a time
when thoughts
were pencilled in
by flashlight or nightlight
well after the house
had shut down for the night

there was a time
when poems
were extensions
of one's hopes and dreams
by words coloured in -
imagination reigned supreme

there came a time
when typing in
on keyboards and touch screens
cursors blipping and
message alarms beeping -
our faces twitting in online spaces

there'll come a time
when our souls
after having been
stripped and laid bare
shall seek their worlds once more,
in the humble printed word

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Geezer provided a much valued set of extra eyes and suggested a tweak to the last two lines which now read thusly. Thanks ever so much, G. :) CB

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows.

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Comments

Rula

Rula

12 months ago

Hello Bard

This displays really well the development of the printed word. I like the simplicity and right to the point take of the subject

I especially like the last stanza

there'll come a time
when our souls
after having been
stripped and laid bare
shall seek its solitude once more
in the humble printed word

How true!

Thank you for sharing!

Geezer

Geezer

12 months ago

Like Rula...

I am enamored of the last lines. One of my greatest treasures is my library-card.
I think that...
You might fool around with it and make it slightly smoother, but maybe less of character.

I'm thinking of the last lines:
there'll come a time
when our souls
after having been
stripped and laid bare
shall seek its solitude once more
in the humble printed word.

How about:

"shall seek their worlds once more,
in the humble printed word."

Just a thought, I like the story of the birth of a poet, seems that many of us were born in the same way. Nice stuff.

~ Geez.
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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

12 months ago

Dear c.b.

this is a great outpouring of yourself! and Geezer is indeed "money in the bank!" (meaning, he is a Neopoet treasure!) as are you!

fondly, Cat

Geezer

Geezer

12 months ago

I am...

forever humbled; being called money in the bank or a Neo. treasure. I just love to help. I'm not always right, sometimes I just don't know what I'm talking about. I hope you forgive me on those occasions. [Witness Mark winning the Neo. weekly recently]. My apologies Mark, it seems like that was one of those times that I missed the mark. ~ Geez.
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