Poetry

Meeting Lost

M.A.D. Works

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.

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9 thoughts on “Meeting Lost”

  1. 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.

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  3. 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!

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  4. 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.

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