Diving headlong from the platforms of social media, texting, and email
my thoughts and conversation flail
re-purposed as faces, hearts, and other embellishment
Shortcuts have declared war on the well-written word.
The romance of nuance and tone is forgotten
as words march away to do battle with the reply and demand for constant interaction.
Paranoia has gripped me on more than one occasion when I dared use a simple period
at the end of a sentence.
Will someone think I’m not happy for them?
Will they think I’m in a bad mood if my prose isn’t peppered with exaggerated punctuation and smiley faces?
Will my love seem less sincere without hearts at the end of my sentence?
Can mere words convey meaning effectively as I multitask, interact and delegate
any skilled use of language
to the stickers and stick figures that march across a paperless landscape?
I remember years ago,
back in the days of typewriters and filing cabinets,
when words would gather around the fires of an idea and share stories.
They didn’t have to keep the hectic pace or combat chaos the way words do today.
There was time. Time to reflect and contemplate.
I used to love watching words get up and dance together as other words provided music.
These days, as my words have tried to dance again, I’ve discovered their muscles are weak and joints a little sore from lack of use.
The semi colon and parenthesis have become crutches that help carry their meaning across the miles;)
Though taunted by the emoticons, I press on.