2018 Sonnet 10

All those telephones contain cameras.
Everyone can be an Ansel Adams.
Special effects make us look glamorous.
Everyone’s a star, messrs. and madams.

There’s no tech to keep bees out of bonnets.
A spellcheck, yes, but that is not the same.
Naught to translate prose into a sonnet.
Naught to render sarcasm soft and tame.

Photos fly a thousand frames a minute.
But typing, writing makes us stop and think.
Photos fly, survive if something’s in it.
Essays crawl, you miss nothing if you blink.

So watch your words. Be careful what you say.
Your careless words will give your heart away.

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