This is in no way a reflection on all of you wonderful people who read this blog, but I’ve been thinking about blogging and writing, about a silence and responses, and what they mean to the people involved, to poets and writers and bloggers and just general human beings on the other side of our computer screens.
Hopefully, this poem will remind us to be the kind of followers and readers we’d like to have.
What does it mean when you won’t say a word?
When the sound of crickets is all.
And there is no response.
Reading it, did you not like it?
Liking it, did you not care?
For you to add anything to them.
So I know you’re out there.
But you leave nothing behind.
And I am guilty, too.
Yet they too leave only a click.
Like the correspondence of a pen-pal.
But at least there are a few.