Website Walking

When keyboard-bashing signs and space,
I seldom see a familiar
face. Though it's possible now to
meet, see, hear, your dream (but not touch)

drift mouse over icons - double click.
Life secrets revealed through Window
layers. 'Welcome to my website! '
Cerebral sex, flirting on-line,

erases the risk of truth. Be
anyone for everyone on
the safe World Wide Web of deceit.
Construct a distant mirage for

the lonely, scared, ugly, who
can't fit the ideal, to complete.
Click here - Click where? Comment. E-mail.
Enter my world and 'know' me there!



Many of my poems are now available as KINDLE Poetry Chapbooks on Amazon.com
http: //www.amazon.com/s/ref=ntt_athr_dp_sr_1? _encoding=UTF8&field-author=Frances%20Macaulay%20 forde&search-alias=digital-text&sort=relevancerank

by Frances Macaulay Forde

Comments (1)

An often frighteningly cold world we live in - closeness in the internet - how deceptive. Tho Emily Dickinson did say that letters were a sharing of the soul. Well - food for thought anyway.