Analog Heart – a poem

I haven’t tried to write a poem in YEARS but was inspired to try my hand at one. I post this without editing, straight from the cooker. Not sure what I feel but I DO feel this so that’s a start. 

Analog Heart

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
Goes my analog heart as the world moves digitally on.
My days are diagnosed, my colors categorized, and my feelings filed away.
My photos are in folders, my music in machines, and my memories are kept
in my emails.
I fell in love online and broke up over text.
We dated via video and talked on the phone and once I took two pictures of our hands and made it look as if they were holding one another.

I feel the cold embrace of a wireless world and recoil.
I miss the blurred image of a hasty picture.
I miss the crackle of a record or the side change of a cassette.
I miss getting letters in the mail that remind me I exist.
I miss seeing the scars and cracks of the analog world.

But…

Maybe it’s me.
Maybe I changed.
Maybe I let the world get cold, become mechanical, and lose its meaning.

Because…

The same people are in the photos – printed or digital.
The same feelings can be expressed in person or via technology.
The same music and films that bring me to tears and make my heart soar are
stll there, are still alive, just in a different form.
The forms have changed but it’s the heart that drives all of it and makes it real.
Or unreal.

Or…

Thump.
Thump.
Thump.
It’s still there.
Beating out the rhythm of my soul, filling my life with the music of terminal velocity – falling forever into the grave.
And I need the analog because it reflects what I am but am pulled towards the new digital age because it’s what I am becoming.
We are in the middle of a birthing process and unsure what is to come next.
So we cling.
We clamber.
We claw.
And we mourn.
When this is really a celebration.
A transcendence into tomorrow.
We just need…
We just need…
We just need to remember who we were, who we are, and what it is that makes us…

Human.

 

http://www.meepsheep.com

Author: Chris Ringler

Writer, blogger, reviewer, artist, arts and cultural events coordinator, and semi-professional weirdo. Author of a heap of books from horror to fairy tale to kid's.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s