March 2, 2017

  • Looking Out Smarted

    Seeping into the space between
    A kind word and a warm heart
    Taking over conversations
    And relationships before they start
    Occupying a seat at the table
    Pushing us together yet we remain apart
    Demanding attention undeserving
    Phones and technology become too smart
    The human condition deteriorates
    Going to hell in a hand cart!

    Here are some rhyming couplets for the Winter Scavenger Hunt 2017 - prompt #5 use the word: technology. It has finally happened that my phone is smarter than I am. I hate to admit it. The fact remains that my phone has functions that are completely foreign to me. I have to go to the Sprint store to figure out applications I didn't know I had. I need to learn the secrets of password protection. I have to figure out how to get the most out of my computer, my printer, my phone. Until I figure out how to make them serve me, I am a slave to the mystery of their functions. Technology can be the bane of existence or it can be a help for everyday tasks. The question is whether we are the masters or the slaves...

Comments (10)

  • Loved the couplets. It is so true that our phones are smarter than we are. Honey is about to get himself a smart phone. I'm ready to get a new one too. I have a smart one but it's not as smart as it should be. :P

  • I must be a slave. Oh well.

  • I'm slowly learning my smart phone -- even worse, the smart tv!

    • I am a little afraid to get a smart TV. I'm having issues with the phone and that smart TV would probably put me over the edge...

  • This is brilliant writing! And that is something NO smart phone or any other type of advanced technology can create. You will always be the master...or at least a possible master. I'd like to share this one and will but will take it off if you direct me to do so.

  • @murisopsis: Is it cheating just to set up the basic TV part and not the smart part? I don't really need the connection to the computer at this point, although it might be nice when I move.

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