This
is
a
waste
of
space.
—
No place
for reflection,
not for
redemption,
but a tick,
tick,
tick.
—
The type
that sucks
your blood
when you're
not looking.
—
It happens
when you are
scrolling,
eye-rolling,
over absolutely
nothing
worth anything.
This
is
a
waste
of
space.
—
No place
for reflection,
not for
redemption,
but a tick,
tick,
tick.
—
The type
that sucks
your blood
when you're
not looking.
—
It happens
when you are
scrolling,
eye-rolling,
over absolutely
nothing
worth anything.
A heavy sense of frustration in those words... I hope it passes quickly.
@Owen_G_Richards This poem might be one of my examples of having too many double meanings. Ugh, in the case of 'tick', triple.
I think that is part of my frustration.
Perhaps it is, perhaps it's simply my perception that's skewed?
It did what poetry/writing is supposed to do - evoked a response/reaction.
Consider it, "job done!"
@TashPoetry I think it’s because I’ve read Stephen Fry’s The Ode Less Travelled that I took this to be a savage satire on a lot of modern online poetry!
Mastodon poets excluded, obviously, but InstaPoets?
Screw those vapid aphorism mongers.
@pendaran_iwys The poem is exactly that, but also a dig at the current Medium payment format too, where you are paid for 'reading time', so there is now a mass of articles longer than what they need to be to earn a few meagre cents.
The byline for this poem there is "Satire is ridiculousness, and so is this".
@TashPoetry Smashed it more than I realised then! Kept me smiling all day that one. Poets earning a living in this age is a shocker; Auden always said that he earned more about talking about poetry than actually making poetry.
The byline would make a great title; noticed you don’t title poems much? Or is that what byline means?
@pendaran_iwys The title of that one is rife with double meanings, too.
I might as well post that poem now that I have mentioned it.