The Song of the Phone
Richard
Track 1
Reconstruct the poem by dragging each line into its correct position. Your goal is to reassemble the original poem as accurately as possible. As you move the lines, you'll see whether your arrangement is correct, helping you explore the poem's flow and meaning. You can also print out the jumbled poem to cut up and reassemble in the classroom. Either way, take your time, enjoy the process, and discover how the poet's words come together to create something truly beautiful.
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To escape this digital snare,
Not the screens that rule your lives!
Or the seeds of a bitter fall?
Tap, tap, tap,
In the phone's pale, ghostly glow.
Conversations left unsaid,
A person sits, all alone, forlorn,
And still, with a vacant stare, they type,
A person sits, all alone, forlorn,
A phone held tight in bed.
A race that can't be won.
Oh! Men with sisters dear!
With fingers weary and worn,
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
In the silence of the room,
Tap, tap, tap,
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
A phone held tight in bed.
Through curated, filtered scenes,
But the phone's grip is tight,
Through the newsfeed's endless flow,
Where happiness is always ripe,
Compare, contrast, despair,
Though their spirit starts to fray,
Oh! Men with mothers and wives!
They've traded their soul, swipe by swipe,
Tap, tap, tap,
And they can't look away, can't look away.
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
Love letters left unread,
And relationships wilt in the gloom.
Swipe! Scroll! Swipe!
For the phone calls, a siren's spread,
Is it joy that you find there?
From dawn 'til day is done,
Is it not their souls you should hold so near,
In this digital, mirrored hall,
They're caught in the phone's cruel trap,
And shadows yield to light.
On the glass, cold and bright,
For a screen's cold, empty sway.
A connection to nowhere, instead.
While the real world takes a nap,
'Til the sun outside starts to lap,
In a world that's lost its way,
And life's a highlight reel, it seems.
And find true human bliss.
On its endless feed, they feed.
With fingers weary and worn,
A life lived in a digital stripe,
And eyes heavy and red,
In the darkness of the night,
A constant, hungry need,
Oh! But to breathe the air,
And eyes heavy and red,
And to feel the sun's warm kiss,