There once was a time of routine,
Where attending meant being seen.
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But in this new age,
We sit on a virtual stage,
With faces on screens that are clean.
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No longer do we gather in crowds,
Or walk through busy city ploughed.
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Our meetings are online,
A new way to align,
But oh, how we miss the real sounds.
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We now click the link to attend,
A virtual world we must blend.
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No handshakes or hugs,
Just tiny camera shrugs,
Oh, how we long for the end.
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We see each other through pixels,
But our connection is still critical.
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Though it may not feel right,
It’s our reality in sight,
As we navigate this new ritual.
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So let’s raise a glass to the screen,
For it’s the only way we can convene.
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But soon we’ll reunite,
In person, it’ll be right,
Until then, virtual will reign supreme.
-M.A.D.
Brilliant it’s like a bunch of limerick and within a poem I love it, looking at your iambic pentameter it’s like
aa/bb/a:cc/dd/c:ee/ff/e, etc.
I love it and it’s quite original in style very well done, Missy.
Thank you Anthony! This one took me awhile to wrote. I had to set aside multiple times
That’s one of the most unique things you’ve ever written.
Wow thank you 😊
You’re welcome
I love this. To me it is about covid? I actually find it very cathartic reading poems and stories about covid, because sometimes its like it never happened and its just a bad memory that I was forced to stay in the house and other times if I am alone in the garden I sort of get a weird feeling like covid isolation is back.
Really like this poem. I have only written two poems and one of them is about covid. Will share it at some point.
Thanks for sharing this!
Thank you. Yes it is based on COVID and how things changed since. I remember the times where we meet in person and not over the internet.
Covid really did a number on this world.
The poem was beautifully Written on what is now not only considered a normal but also a sad moment in time.
Thank you! Yes COVID did do a number on the world.