My iPhone crashed and died for 36 hours and is now fixed… but it got me thinking about a poem I wrote a few years back about being on line all the time and living virtually even when with people. You see, I really missed my phone. Sad, but true. It showed me how much I rely on it for email, sat-nav, facebook, music, pictures, information and sadly something of my self worth too.
Incidentally, this poem will feature on a new ebook I am publishing with 30 or so other poems which is coming out in the next few weeks. The book is called ‘Questioned Christian.’
Efficiency
I’m well efficient,
Efficiency,
With my lap-top and my BB,
Not quite as sophisticated and smug as the iphone and pad boys and girls,
But, non the less I can still plunge into my office online with a few magic thumb twirls,
But my smart phone aint’ that smart,
When my mind and heart,
Are elsewhere away from the now,
Lifted out of the real eye-to-eye, brow-to-brow,
Or when I google and then oogle at You Tube
Or waste time , bamboozle, gawking at bits and bobs, bum and boob.
Efficiency,
You see,
Isn’t what it’s cracked up to be,
It’s made me on line,
Face book savvy, blog sublime,
I feel kinda granny,
This is uncanny,
Declaring my habits un-god-manly,
All a bit unhealthy,
Yet I want to be friendship wealthy,
Being out there connected in, busy with the biz,
Seeing what’s Derrick’s up to, even though I don’t know who the hell he is,
I’m well efficient,
Efficiency,
Can’t I just be,
Turn stuff off, for a mo, or two or three,
Efficiency,
Even though all my gumph, ministry and writing is on site,
Compared to being still, knowing You, not me, is God, is all a pile of sh**e.