The email trail…

I’m doing well, I’m nearly done,
An early night at last?
I’m almost sorted… then
The emails come in thick and fast.

Not one of them can be ignored,
None can be left for later…
And by the thirteenth missive
I’ve become an email hater.

For nowadays, my email
Will supply its own suggestions
With phrases I would never choose
In answer to your questions.

They’re peppered with superlatives
And exclamation marks…
Who does it think it’s writing for?
I’m truly in the dark.

I’m not an anti-literate
Monosyllabic teen,
Who will not write because my eyes
Are glued to iPhone screen.

I play with words, I like them,
They’re a long-term love affair.
Nor am I anti-social
Wishing friends would ‘go elsewhere’.

But must they be like buses,
Sending emails all at once?
Though, when it comes to answering,
Let’s face it, I’m the dunce…

Why do I feel obliged to be
At email’s beck and call?
Why can’t I wait to answer them?
Or not read them at all?

Technology has taught us
That would just be impolite…
And so we dash to answer,
Even when its late at night.

I once assumed technology
Was there to make life easy…
Instead we sit there typing
Till we’re half asleep and queasy.

I think with fondness of the days
When letters came by mail…
Replies were deemed acceptable
Delivered via snail.

You had the time then to compose
A well considered note,
Instead of dashing to reply
With phrases learned by rote.

The well-crafted epistle,
With its phrasing clean and polished,
A pleasure that came through the post
By email was demolished.

What treasures of posterity
Will our descendants find?
What faded sheaves of history
Will email leave behind?

Technology is quicker,
But the pen once did it better…
There’s something there to treasure
With a real, handwritten letter.

It’s midnight now, I’ve had enough,
I’m giving up the ghost;
I’m answering no more tonight
Unless they come by post.

About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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48 Responses to The email trail…

  1. Enjoyed the snail… ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  2. Sue, I LOVE LOVE LOVE this!!!

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  3. Ritu says:

    Right… Send us your address, so we can start writing…

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  4. Darlene says:

    This is so true!! Well put my friend.

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  5. jenanita01 says:

    Electronic emails, on the whole, are not letters in the true meaning of the word. And there are far too many of them!

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  6. Kathy Lauren says:

    You’ve expressed my feelings on email. I’m an excessive card sender. I write letters. I send missives on holidays. So, thank you for telling it like it is.

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  7. joylennick says:

    Expressively worded. Spot on. I loved it, Sue. x

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  8. willowdot21 says:

    So true we all suffer from the email blues and you have reminded all all so eloquently ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ’œ

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  9. Beautifully written

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  10. Interesting poem – I personally prefer email, but perhaps that’s an effect of being a millennial!

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  11. Violet Lentz says:

    I can only imagine how inundated you must be in emails.. Thus the reason I always feel it is only right to thank you for all you do.. Thanks again, Sue.

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  13. Even now I love to get a handwritten letter or note from friends and respond in kind. Emails are nice and quick, especially if you’ve forgotten an important occasion or just want to let someone know they’re being thought about, but a letter? Lovely. I know how important they were to my Mum. I miss writing to her.

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  14. If I never go anywhere or do anything, I MIGHT get to the end of my email by dinnertime — and then another 100 or more come in, at which point, I give up. Even I stayed up 24 hours a day, I’d never get through all of it, never read all the attached posts. And never have any time to write or post anything.

    It’s not that I’m not interested, but a lot of people I follow post 5 or 6 or even more times a day and I don’t have the energy to absorb that much material. I can’t bring myself to disengage from anyone’s blog, so while I try to read a reasonable amount on any given day, some days, I don’t have time to read much of anything and on other days, I don’t WANT to because I want to post my bird pictures on iNatural.org (if you don’t know what it is — plant, bird, animal, or insect — iNatural can help!) and find out why that bird looks so different than all the other birds that are supposed to be the same kind of bird. I think I spent about four hours yesterday getting confirming IDs on birds. It was really satisfying, but I wound up deleting most of my email!

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    • Sue Vincent says:

      I sometimes have to get tough with the delete button too…once I’ve been through it to make sure I can. I still end up feeling guilty about it though, even when they are not from actual people!

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  15. Eliza Waters says:

    You even rant well – how do you manage that? ๐Ÿ˜‰

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  16. dgkaye says:

    Fantabulous Sue! โค

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  17. A brilliant poem, Sue. I also get loads of emails on all my accounts.

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  18. Great Read,Awesome Poem.,I think everyone gets lots of emails on
    accounts.

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