Drip Feed
Hands cradle the slick screen—providing warmth.
It hums, a pulse stitched into the rhythm of the day,
dripping sugar-coded praise.
It pings.
It waits—on desks, in pockets, beside beds,
always watching, never sleeping.
Even in silence, it listens—
logging shadows, saving signs.
Once content in silence,
in quiet mornings unlit by glass.
Now silence is wired—
a reflex, a reach.
It pings.
Touch has been traded
for taps and charge.
It pings.
Still reaching—
thumb twitching
before the mind.
It pings.
Theodora Birkett is a Year Nine student who enjoys English. She expresses her thoughts and opinions through her writing, encouraging audiences to reflect. This is the first poem she has ever had published, and she is proud of this achievement.
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