from the collection, “Leap”
She misses perfumed postcards,
snail mail letters;
conversations in cafés
without the words,
“hang on, I have to get this call.”
She misses eye contact:
knowing gazes and
flirty glances
that overpower
the urge to send an SMS
or answer the sound
of someone somewhere
logging into chat.
She texts and types
Tweets and Skypes,
then sleeps outside
where stars and
fireflies decorate the
infinite darkness.
Heather Grace Stewart 
Good flow, images, work – effective stuff, with an effective-shift finish.
LikeLike
wonderful thoughtful piece on today’s communication…thank goodness for night and fireflies…bkm
LikeLike
Dear Heather
The pitfalls of technology … I miss handwritten letters too..
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Twitter: @VerseEveryDay
Blog: http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com
LikeLike
A perfect read – the images, the sadnees of the advance, fantastic, or should I say Tres bon! I have to say it was also a pleasure to see another Canadian – in my blog travels it would seem the nation is a wee bit on the quiet front..
LikeLike
I love the picture drawn within the ending of ‘Progress’…so simple and yet so grand in its horizons! Beautifully done.
then sleeps outside
where stars and
fireflies decorate the
infinite darkness.
LikeLike
I like the duality of this piece, Heather. I try to find balance between real life and all the distractions that take me away from it (sometimes too much), so I can relate to this. Nice One Shot!
P.S. – My sister is named Heather too!
LikeLike
Thanks Eric!
LikeLike
I miss those things too, wish technology weren’t quite so intrusive… one has to get away from it or go mad. Lovely poem.
LikeLike
Yes, the poetry helps me stay sane. Almost. 😉 Thanks for the comment!
LikeLike
I’ve posted this to be part of the One Shot Wednesday poetry round up at the excellent site http://oneshotpoetry.blogspot.com
LikeLike
Well H u know I like this one, and such a great photo -I have a tanka from a couple of years just like the subject of this photo – as u say, art inspires art, does it not 😉 It’s a good poem too – I particularly like the last stanza, very evocative, and really brings home the sense of being in a big country.
LikeLike