Big Lift Ferry Poem F049

Head buried in phone –
Not for texting, though –
Rather composing poems




Copyright by Minh Tan on listed dated of completion.



Notes to this poem…

When composing poetry on the ferry, I type it into my iPhone so I don’t forget it, or exact details of it suiting poetic forms. I wonder how many people think I’m just one of those teenagers whose lives are buried in their phone, though, seeing me hunched over my phone in the middle of the beautiful harbour?

It’ll be my little secret I guess, or ours, to those who read this. 🙂

I’m actually quite terrible at monitoring my phone for messages, and have no data plan on it to have Internet access outside my home unless where there is free wi-fi. I opt to save the money and give myself a little “forced” freedom from the digital immersion age.

The F-series poems are part of a collection composed on my ferry rides across Halifax Harbour when the buses aren’t crossing the MacDonald bridge due to the Big Lift bridge redecking. This should keep happening until at least December 2016.


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