Twitter vs Blue Sky

A poem for the #writingcommunity

All the authors on Twitter are aflutter

Are you still here?

Where are my author peeps?

If you’re a writer and still here say hi

Waving pandas compete with cowboy hats, tipped in recognition

Of loyalty as the house burns down around us

We are the captains of the sinking ship

We are the musicians on the Titanic

We are the anti-rats who won’t heed the warnings

Not one of us calls it X

Because who talks to their exes?

I ask you

What fool changes a light bulb that works

Just because someone comes in and tells them that some day the light bulb will go out

Do you fear the darkness so much? Can’t you cast your own light? Light a candle

Get witchy

And of course

I have seen blue skies

(I have seen things you people wouldn’t believe)

But mostly I’ve seen fear

On every platform

As writers wait for the second coming

Whether on fire or with a whimper

Or cloaked in the number of the beast

Your experience may vary

Driver is a paid actor, be responsible, don’t use heavy machinery

And all that

Today a marketing director told me

In no uncertain terms

That X is dead

And I said

I don’t use X

It’s Twitter

And he said something that roughly translates to

The End Is Nigh

And I giggled

Because Nigh has been forecasted

Over 2000 years

It takes sunlight eight minutes to hit the moon

And less than ninety seconds to go from the moon to the earth

And yet we call it moonlight

Humans are capable of accepting a lot of cognitive dissonance

When things have been broken long enough we call it beauty

Look at the Venus de Milo

Hug her

Follow me anywhere

Everywhere

I follow back are the magic words