Somewhere along this road an invisible ditch
creates a tangible barrier between us,
requires enormous effort to cross
by car and boat or plane and train –
a day of stoic waiting in discomfort
endured for the reuniting.
But on my lap a contraption of plastic
brings us together without exertion
except the flight of fingers across the keys
Click an icon and there you are before me
by wizardry of arcane technology
The desire and Skype are all that’s needed
to bridge that ditch.
First line from Homing In, by UA Fanthorpe, my choice for Miz Quickly’s prompt:” to look around. Read some New-to-You poetry. I usually begin with the Poets.org poem-a-day and follow the links for further reading; doesn’t matter how you browse, though. Just look for a line that captures your imagination (and holds its own as a unit of syntax) That is your first line*. It sets the tone for your poem. You may want to go farther–if you want a little more challenge–and let the length of the line, and possibly its meter, be your template. Just have fun.”
The ditch in UA’s poem is the English Channel, which separates me from my family in England