The Tome’s Demise
How vigil did it live its life
This context of pure love
Of no detail unturned
No shorthand of thought
Just thorough storytelling at length
How glib the reader of tweets and other SMPs
Where punctuation
Forethought
Consequence
And responsibility
Are held hostage by narcissism.
How sad this century of tome’s final resting place
Where only a few books of lasting value
Have found peace at last
Even as teen-arousal novels still abound
Where obsessive adult proclivity of flesh carries on
At the freshly turned earth
Tomb’s essence is lowered
Finding grace at last
As the dirt of earth’s nourishment
Is scattered atop the covers of lasting words
Assuring freedom from a shunned existence
Protection of lasting memories
Tomes have enhanced
Long live the tome
Long remember the loss
"Where punctuation
Forethought
Consequence
And responsibility
Are held hostage by narcissism."
Tomes are still around, but if they are long-winded rather than get to the point more quickly, I can see why they might be forgotten. There has to be something, something other than just stream of consciousness, to hold a reader's attention in a highly distracting world. I guess why I find myself just catching news headlines and rarely ever going back and getting any detail on the news because it is coming so fast and so much, that I can't read it all. Would rather spend more time writing overly long short stories rather than flash fiction.
Ron