The big ones get mentioned in this seven-line poem: blogs, Pinterest, Kindle/Nook, Twitter, and Facebook. The ABABCBC rhyme scheme holds it together.
Scrolling down goes late at night,
So says the third line, four meters like the rest. We are too busy online, are we not? That's the point of this poem. I should know.
I was able to get this poem out tonight, thanks to my new writing plan.
The background to this Cloudburst poem got placed here rather than on the website because Tumblr has a lousy interface and Cloudburst is going to move away from there before long.