Here is a poem I wrote during a session of the writing group I joined. It harks back to my earlier ones on facebook, about a long distance relationship, the pain of the inevitable breakup and the way online networking helped me recover. I’m not still transfixed over this but it came to mind during a writing exercise, and I look upon this point as a significant part of my literary development, the birth of my dark side and the first poems I wrote that I felt were actual poems.
These hands have touched somebody across a kindred ocean,
They made a heart; they shared a dream made possible by the marvels of technology,
made impossible by society, practicality and geography.
These fingers told a romance beyond the senses,
Knew more than eyes, but believed in every word.
They felt the pain of the connection severed.
She couldn’t read my fortune, maybe it was a sign.
They blamed themselves and gave mutual punishment,
But they remained together, all of the time.
A pair that were made for each other,
They shared my loss and helped heal my mind.