Friday, 17 September 2010
Technivision?
By D. Sugar
Darkness once embraced me
When day came to an end.
As ceiling lights were shut
I viewed the blackness as a friend.
The attendant peace and quiet
Was a promise of sleep treats
And in this colorless vacuum
I’d crawl between the sheets.
But now in this computer age
My pad’s a high-tech site
Trouble is each new wave toy
Comes with a stay-on light.
Microwave and stove top clocks
Stay lit to show each hour
While VCR’s and TV’s buttons
Flash red confirming power.
Our surge protector on the floor
Has lights that cast a glow
Feeding juices to my systems
So they’re all set to go
Now add to that our cell phones
Even idle they’re alight
While hooked up to a battery pack
Each and every night.
So though at times we all shut down
Darkness is never there
For the glitzy techno toys I have
Make my house look like Times Square!
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Great poem!
Now, I finally understand why I see blinking lights when I close my eyes. And, why my electric bill keeps going up. - Sandy
Posted by: Sandy | Friday, 17 September 2010 at 07:37 AM
So clever and so true! Then there are the bright lights on the outside of our senior complex, lights on the computer/ cable connection , the answering machine, the lifeline machine, and the camera charger--all in my TINY bedroom! I gave up and added a bright Himalayan salt lamp: if I'm going to be awake, I might as well be breathing better!
Posted by: Lyn Burnstine | Friday, 17 September 2010 at 07:57 AM
Funny and true. And when we have a power failure, we have to reset ALL the clocks!
Posted by: millie garfield | Friday, 17 September 2010 at 08:18 AM
Well done. You have cleverly expressed thoughts I.ve had but never quite got out in such an entertaining form.
Posted by: Olga | Friday, 17 September 2010 at 08:30 AM
Yes, you said it very well.
Thanks for putting my thoughts into words.
Posted by: Mary B Summerlin | Friday, 17 September 2010 at 12:50 PM
Clever, clever poem. But, there is a solution for blocking out all those lights: don't get plastic surgery for those drooping upper eyelids!
Posted by: Jeanne Follett | Friday, 17 September 2010 at 06:38 PM
Jeanne, Is that an example of two wrongs making a right? Or is it making lemonade out of sour lemons? Either one works for me.
Posted by: Lyn Burnstine | Saturday, 18 September 2010 at 10:27 AM
Very clever.
Personally I love all the little lights, especially the blue ones on my printer, laptop, and desk top if I leave it running which I do at least once a week.
If you expanded your poem to account for all the lights in this house when it's endarkend (is that a word?) it'd be 200% longer. Go for it.
Posted by: James J Henry Jr | Saturday, 18 September 2010 at 11:23 AM
I really enjoyed your poem and your insight. I sometimes wonder about the dark in 1900 and also how blessedly quiet it must have been.
Posted by: Judy Watten | Saturday, 18 September 2010 at 09:29 PM
Great poem, made me chuckle and then consider the size of my electric bill.
Posted by: Babs | Monday, 20 September 2010 at 11:12 AM