The Art of Communication

What is a word? Is it 'Talk on the Phone'?
Is it what people do when they are prone
to mindless babble, to fun and to games-
or is it what happens in minds full of flames...?

'How do you do' I can hear you say now;
and 'Nice to meet you'- but do you know how
a word really sounds when it reaches the heart-
and that communication is more of an art?

The Phone carries voices- it never shows things
which can not be heard- like the look of the rings
beneath someone's eyes- all one's feelings and such
which face-to-face can and will tell you so much...

We are far too busy- we don't have the time,
an artform is lost in a world full of crime-
a world full of hate while we don'`t even see
that this very art leads to love- like a key...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
This is what came to my mind after reading "Times are changing..." by 'iamwhoiamyousee'...

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Redex
Ah yes I do so agree, but e-mail has made it worse as the words dancing on a page do not even have a tone, unless its art in poem form which as this has done conveys the message.
Hekamaat
Yes... That's what worries me: Language itself is changing as well.
In the olden days, that would have resulted in a richer language...

There was a poem written by a woman called Eileen O'Shaughnessy in 1934; I'll see if I can find it
(I'm really good at keeping order; the likelihood is that I've put it in some folder and forgot which one...)
swade777
I think it's awesome that a technological method of communication has developed where people from all over the world can practically feel as if they are in the same room together at the same time. (Such as here!).... now if those same brainy inventors can just develop a technological method of making it possible for me to simply walk over and give hugs to Joy, Lynn, Jib and Ellen!
Oh.... and if special requests can be made... give me a 'private room' for hugging Ellen!! That's gonna be a loooonnnggg hug!! head banger

Good lines here Hekamaat!!!
Fellsman
Aha!

Observing the interplay txixt Hek and John was like listening to Learned Counsel for the prosecution and for the defence. Both of you make very valid points. I am not Solomon, and very unusually for me, I reckon I will sit on the fence on this one... help

Nice poem Hek...

Regards

Bill cheers
Hekamaat
On the contrary, Fellsman... I think Redex and myself are making pretty much the same point. The written word can be poetic, sublime, beautiful.
Or it can be the dead dribbel coming out of the pen of a bureaucrat.
The problem is that electronic media allows for the illusion of communication- but without the feeling and the closeness of actually talking to someone.
Literature has somehow always managed to transcend that lack of closeness; it allows for a different kind of closeness between author and reader...
But the average personal email may well be lacking that element already, and the kind of day-to-day communication passed around the globe today is completely void of any closeness: Informal and dead. 'Without a tone', as Redex put it.

If that is what will form the menthality of future generations there will be no future after them...

The easiest way to fight darkness is to find the lightswitch.
And poetry makes a good candle! lightbulb cheers
moonlight31
We are far too busy- we don't have the time,
an artform is lost in a world full of crime-
a world full of hate while we don'`t even see
that this very art leads to love- like a key...

soooooo true !handshake
Chrone
Good rhythm! Nice meaning! handshake
Fellsman
Hek....

Pay attention rolling on the floor laughing rolling on the floor laughing I haven't had a drink all day - that's why I can still distinguish between Redex and my good friend Swade laugh laugh laugh laugh

Forgive my levity... for some reason or other I am in a light-hearted - almost euphoric state of mind.

The drinks are on you, buddy. cheers cheers

Regards

Bill
swade777
Never mind me... I'm still looking for the girl that called Ruben to see if she'd like to meet me!!

I really enjoy the swapping of humorous intellectualism between you giants of poetic mastery!!
It's as enjoyable as the poems themselves!! Father Fellsman... I'm bowing in humbleness to be referred to as your friend!! Thank You!!! By the way.... are 'fells' like 'falls' as in waterfalls?
Fellsman
Hi Swade

The Fells are beautiful, Fells being another name for hills and mountains. They all have their own individual beauty and level of challenge, many are interspersed with lovely lakes and areas of woodland.

To walk those Fells is to experience Paradise on earth. You will be familiar with the term "Natural revelation". Come rain or shine, to walk those Fells is always a wonderful experience, irrespective of how many times you do so.

If you ever find yourself in this neck of thee woods, bring your walking boots and I will show you the nearest thing to Utopia on this planet.

Regards

Bill
Ladybee42
laugh <--- see now that's why I don't ever read others comments before I comment doh but I did this time and look what happened!

teddybear teddybear

I completely forgot what I was really going to say!drinking
jazzy75
Well expressed poem....and the space between the words speaks volumes....and therein you will find the art :) Nicely doneteddybear
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