Pry away your eyes from that screen for just a moment

look into my eyes, I am here, looking at you,

waiting for the moment you will look at me too.

 

Pry away your eyes from that screen for just a moment

look at me well, enjoy my smile reserved for you

feel that touch, hold me tight, tell me I love you

 

Look into my eyes, I am here, looking at you

show me I am more important than that all the screens

our days here are few, I will grow up real soon

 

Waiting for the moment you will look at me too

I wonder if I need to turn into a gadget with flashy images

Will you then find me interesting? Will you then notice me too?

 

This form of poetry is called a Cascade poem. The lines of the first verse are the first line of the verses that follow it. I wrote this poem as a reminder to myself: to disinfect myself from my gadgets for focused periods though the day and give my undivided attention to those around me. It is written in the voice of a kid looking at his mother. In today’s world, we are bombarded with so many electronic devices, social media, reality shows, tv series, movies, gaming, addictive apps, WhatsApp groups, forwards, music, blogging, writing, reading in between making money, following passions, fulfilling responsibilities and duties. Where is the time for looking into another’s eyes and nurturing relationships? 

I AM HERE – a Cascade Poem
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10 thoughts on “I AM HERE – a Cascade Poem

  • January 22, 2018 at 7:36 pm
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    A reminder that we definitely have to pry ourselves away from the screens & show the person(s) in the room they are more important than someone on the other side of the screen.. I really hate to see people at a restaurant…each sitting with a phone…ignoring the person they are with. I really like the cascade poem.

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  • January 22, 2018 at 10:20 am
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    You certainly got my attention by your right choice of words in your opening verse

    Interesting and new this form

    Much💝love

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  • January 22, 2018 at 6:19 am
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    I see people with kids on picnics and at playgrounds their kids playing alone, yelling for mom or dad to, “look at me,” while they sit and stare at their phones. Me? No kids, I stop to swing on the swing on my bike ride.

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  • January 22, 2018 at 4:48 am
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    Ha, i thought i had already commented in this poem. I resonate with your lines…..once my daughter, granddaughter and i were in a room together and they were texting each other! As i sat there wondering if we could converse! smiles.

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  • January 22, 2018 at 2:58 am
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    “our days here are few, I will grow up real soon” … Oh no! Never neglect your baby. That makes me sad. 🙁

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    • January 17, 2018 at 12:58 pm
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      Thank you for visiting. I intend to learn different types of poetry this year.

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  • January 16, 2018 at 3:41 pm
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    This is such a stinging reality Namy and as always you have written it so beautifully. It’s something I too resolved to be conscious about this year, being a blogger it’s tough but got to be done

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