Voicemail, email

Morning chores wait

Facebook, Twitter

I’m connected


Texting, Linking

Never see a face

Or touch a hand

But I’m connected


Day is done

Gone the sun

Missed its fiery rays

But I’m connected


Birds sang in chorus

Flowers flaunted brilliance

Did not hear or see

But I’m connected


Have I missed the moment

Pulse and palette

Abundant buffet

To be connected


My wheel of life

Unable to turn

One spoke unbalanced

To be connected


Sightless eyes open

Awakened, I

Taste, touch, smell, hear

To get connected


With my soul





Posted on March 13, 2014, in poetry, soul, spirit, writing and tagged , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

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