Ephemeral
Intangible
Insubstantial
Lacking weight
Lost reality breeds imbalance
Snowball hurtling into a great nothing
To write with ether
Instead of ink
To live in thought, slave to whim
Without action
Is to be as tactile as a ghost
Morphing, drifting, hazy like a fog
And twice as impenetrable
The path is lost without the feel of the soil
We map with our feet, our hands
To do other – is to navigate on a cloudy night
We lose our stars
And wander fruitlessly
Becoming tired, mired, emeshed in the mind
Life becomes an endless maze
Through which no progress is ever made
*today I made a beginning. Which probably isn’t quite correct. I stood at the gates to the maze and looked. I wrote a post last week about all the things my device is to me. What I didn’t add was
It is my affliction
My loss
My I can’t quite recall
It is my distraction
My vice
My inescapable pull
That leads me away from my purpose
It’s my bad influence
It is my indulgence
My whim
My confidant
And naughty friend
It looks like dopamine in a glass and steel case
So for all the things that it is
I’m taking away 90%
I wrote this poem mostly in my notebook
Which was like plucking my eyebrows – painful and slow
And now I’m putting a band around the case
I still need it for work but funnily enough work isn’t an addiction – go figure 😏
But creativity is – and should be – but with parameters
And shopping on it is – apart from detrimental to the local community – unsatisfactory. The feel of cashmere and merino as it just begins to turn cold, the olives and pumpkins and spicy colours of knitted jumpers. Simple things, fit and shape and texture. We can’t discern these differences through a screen. It brings no pleasure, and leads to a feeling of emptiness instead of gratitude and warmth.
And the weather, well I guess I’ll have to look outside
And the news is boring and repetitious and overly dramatic
And my watch takes care of fitness metrics
And all the rest I can do with less of
And I know I’ve talked about this before and then around I go again
Because I think this time surely
But no – a change in weather and less outside and more inside the last few days has left me with an annoying phone habit again
It doesn’t take much
So
Back to work

Written 26/4/22
Another

Guess I am stuck here.
I love interacting with new friends all over the world.
I’m the same Granny.