Written for Only Murders In My Mind
Weekly Writing Prompt #69 and for
Gerry & Sue’s Weekly Prompts The
One Day Prompt #15 . This week’s
inspiration is the photo seen below.
This is where my imagination went.
Little squares of glass,
held tight in palms,
reflecting faces lit
by a silent, white light.
Everywhere, the hum
of digital heartbeats
replacing birdsongs,
drowning out the wind.
We walk, heads bowed,
fingers dancing on screens,
eyes unseeing as
the world rushes by.
Connections bloom,
a fragile web ignored,
yet gardens wither,
held hostage in our hands.
Perhaps one day we’ll wake,
and lift our heavy gaze,
remembering sunlight,
before the screen took all.
NAR©2025
This is “Mr. Roboto” by Styx
All text and graphics are copyright for Nancy’s Notes 🖊️🎶, The Sicilian Storyteller, The Elephant’s Trunk, The Rhythm Section, et al., and are not to be used without permission. NAR©2017-present.
The Elephant's Trunk 
I look down on a busy street from where I sit and write. What I’m seeing now is not a lot different from the picture. What have we done?
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There’s no going back, I’m afraid.
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Our love of our white boxes and our separation from each other only seems to grow. I love your poem and the song is awesome.
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Thanks so much, Lisa. I love that old Styx song; it fits well.
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so true..
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It’s already here.
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absolutely
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So beautifully written! Gets to the heart.
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Thank you, dear friend. We’re living in the Twilight Zone.
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Or Bizarro World.
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Yes! Seinfeld’s Bizarro World is hilarious.
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There is so much truth here it scares me. Great write.
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They say the truth with set you free. No, my sister …. the truth will scare you shitless! Thank you!
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I like your poem, Nancy. What a ridiculous world we have created. And thank you for taking part in One Day.
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You’re right, Sue. It is a world of our own making and now we’re seeing the consequences. The One Day prompt fit very well in this poem. Thanks for your comments.
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A terrifying scenario.
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It’s coming and I don’t know how we can stop it.
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Yes, seems that way.
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Great combination of prompts
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Thank you, Sarah. I really enjoy responding to prompts.
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I wish I was able to make more use out of my cell phone, but some people are certainly taking this too far. Nice poetic story, Nancy.
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Thanks, Jim. When I watch my grandkids with their phones, I’m amazed at how much I don’t know but I still know more than most of my friends my age.
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its happened already ,💜💜
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Yeah, I’m afraid so.
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perhaps , Nancy … 🤞
seems like we’ve come (too)far … though we keep hoping …🤍
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Too far. Where does it end?
Thanks, Destiny.
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😬 looks like we’ve nicely trapped ourselves…
pleasure..🤍
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I really liked this poem, Nancy … a very thought-provoking piece … when I saw them all hold their ‘phones’ like it was a globe, I immediately thought of this song …
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Thank you, dear Ivor. What an amazing song that is, wondrous! ♡🎶♡
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Always my pleasure, Nancy 🎶😊🌏📖😍
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Good video to go along with your poem.
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Thanks, Fan. I always liked Styx and this song. Can’t recall the last time I heard it.
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It’s been a while since I last heard it, also.
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