The roar of the Lion Fan
pressed by our bed
we sit here divided by
a mutual wall of technology.
Each attending to his/her gadgets
in comfortable silence,
as the fan continues to roar like a Lion
trapped in its den.
Sometimes even when we are together
we need the spaces apart to each do
our own thing.
Your watching a movie most likely in Japanese,
as I write senseless verse onto my blog.
Hoping that my slightly worn, tattered feelings
appeal to the masses,
appeal to the other poets out there
trapped by a mouse and keyboard
with only their wits and words
left to linger
onto a type-written page, paragraph or sentence.
A modern hieroglyphic,
for a Modern Age.