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crypticbard
crypticbard
Apr 23, 2025 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

once again

there was a time
when thoughts
were pencilled in
by flashlight or nightlight
well after the house
had shut down for the night

there was a time
when poems
were extensions
of one's hopes and dreams
by words coloured in -
imagination reigned supreme

there came a time
when typing in
on keyboards and touch screens
cursors blipping and
message alarms beeping -
our faces twitting in online spaces

there'll come a time
when our souls
after having been
stripped and laid bare
shall seek their worlds once more,
in the humble printed word

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Geezer provided a much valued set of extra eyes and suggested a tweak to the last two lines which now read thusly. Thanks ever so much, G. :) CB

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - polished draft

About the Author

Region, Country: West Moreton, AUS

Favorite Poets: There is nothing quite as boring as a life completely devoid of shadows.

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Comments

Rula

Rula

2 months 2 weeks ago

Hello Bard

This displays really well the development of the printed word. I like the simplicity and right to the point take of the subject

I especially like the last stanza

there'll come a time
when our souls
after having been
stripped and laid bare
shall seek its solitude once more
in the humble printed word

How true!

Thank you for sharing!

Geezer

Geezer

2 months 2 weeks ago

Like Rula...

I am enamored of the last lines. One of my greatest treasures is my library-card.
I think that...
You might fool around with it and make it slightly smoother, but maybe less of character.

I'm thinking of the last lines:
there'll come a time
when our souls
after having been
stripped and laid bare
shall seek its solitude once more
in the humble printed word.

How about:

"shall seek their worlds once more,
in the humble printed word."

Just a thought, I like the story of the birth of a poet, seems that many of us were born in the same way. Nice stuff.

~ Geez.
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Candlewitch

Candlewitch

2 months 2 weeks ago

Dear c.b.

this is a great outpouring of yourself! and Geezer is indeed "money in the bank!" (meaning, he is a Neopoet treasure!) as are you!

fondly, Cat

Geezer

Geezer

2 months 2 weeks ago

I am...

forever humbled; being called money in the bank or a Neo. treasure. I just love to help. I'm not always right, sometimes I just don't know what I'm talking about. I hope you forgive me on those occasions. [Witness Mark winning the Neo. weekly recently]. My apologies Mark, it seems like that was one of those times that I missed the mark. ~ Geez.
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