by Kristina Woodhill
perhaps our thoughts stream faster, past those days
that called out, “pause”, to let sweet sonnets flow;
our fingers touch a thousand symbols, screens
light up, distractions dazzle, words we throw
to mouths that bite the vowels, swallow whole
iambic mtr, now we're less is more
I love you 143, or hate you
182; tweeting birds re-quill their scores
and if I send you LOL 2NTE
2MOR you might think me laughing, see
it's not so EZ sharing my desires
between the letters, abbreviatively
PLS LMK your deepest thoughts sometime
where we might spell out Love, perchance to add sweet rhyme
Author's Note: http://www.webopedia.com/quick_ref/textmessageabbreviations.asp
Answer to sonnet challenge - discussion about The Demise of the Sonnet.
Posted on 02/17/2013
Copyright © 2020 Kristina Woodhill
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 02/17/13 at 05:52 PM|
This is really wonderful Kristina. It is a very enjoyable read. And I would have those conversations with you overloking the Pacific, but I'm 3000 miles away so I'll be content for now to comment on your pieces.
|Posted by Joan Serratelli on 02/18/13 at 10:13 PM|
LOL!Text me later- It's the way of life. Sometimes I think you've got to be dyslexic to understand anything today.
|Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 02/19/13 at 12:33 PM|
I love this poem! Text-speak and sonnet form, what a combination. And you've just led me to a better understanding of why I like sonnets.
|Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/19/13 at 02:20 PM|
Good reminder, Kris, of how language is changing due to the hand held devices that have become such an integral part of most people's lives, and how older forms of writing have almost gone the way of the dinosaur.
|Posted by Laura Doom on 03/01/13 at 07:39 PM|
green w/ nv
|Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 03/09/13 at 11:33 AM|
your words dance so well, Kristina and are so wonderfully orchestrated, they make the reader dance along almost effortlessly.