Ushered to the lounge
we’re offered tea
settling on the couch
I look over to the corner
Hi Will, how are you?
– ……….. hmmmmm
his cherubic profile flickers
with screen light
eyes half glazed
fixed ahead
our visit was two hours.
And in that time
chair-shaped and transfixed
he stared and
barely
moved
There sits my nephew;
the analogue world
bores him
he is adrift and restless
when not plugged in
Remember, child
you have to die
Remember
you have to live.
Bea Lehmann 18.1.21
Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash
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Bea this is so sad. A brilliant poem. ‘Chair-shaped’ is horrible – truthfully, vividly horrible. It very much reminds me of a time I visited Brian’s brother – his nephew was there, in body, but he was JUST like this poem, for the whole visit.
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Thank you Sally. How can we reach them? Or do you think one day they’ll all wake up feeling like they’re 50 when they’re 30 and decide it’s time to engage in the real world?!
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I can relate to this…a generation being brought up on technology. I am sure it is part of their journeys and perhaps future healing, as different things are for us x
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Gosh, I love that thought… That this could be part of their future healing. You are right. We all have our journeys to take, and each generation thinks the next is ruined… Though given the general trajectory of human kind, there is truth in that! That said, these lessons and that healing well be essential for any of us to have a hopeful future, so thank you for offering this perspective 😊
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Ah I’m glad for the opportunity to share and discuss my thoughts…your posts always provoke them 😊 It is a worry as to what the outcomes could be for the current ‘tech generation’ but I trust there will be lessons learnt, and I believe in the greater good of the healing process, however hard it feels at times 💗
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