Touching Not Feeling

What is this illness I see? 

This misdemeanor so often committed,

Of touching not feeling.

Moments once felt with passion, with awe

Now barely touched with the snap of a camera, or tap of a keyboard.

The quiet, still reverence beheld of wonder

May be glanced at for seconds

Before you must tend to the vital business of tweeting it, instagramming it, facebooking it...

We touch but do not feel, 
In pursuit of recognition, attention, permanence.

Transitory moments forbidden, solitude feared.

This is the age of touching not feeling, 

Of surface encounters.

Reviews

[Carlos Ochoa]

I really like this poem, pretty mind opening.

[MAC]

two very lost arts....writing letters and the actual art of feeling.

[Matching Socks]

Very true, relationships have changed so much. Social interactions are not what they used to be.

[JC]

very well said and true... I often find myself remembering the days of freedom, when computers were things my more nerdy friends used to play addictive games on, now I am in that realm of addiction, sometimes a cool wind blows through the window, the sound of rain, and I think of breaking free of this cage...great poem.

[Madeline]

Well said..you got what I was saying. Why can't we just enjoy experiences and be satisfied with just feeling the moment? It is a cage, you're right. Thanks for reading:)

[JC]

this has inspired me to do so...and I will!