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Carefully crafted,
Artfully arranged,
Smiling face selfies shower the internet –
A tilt of the head,
A coy look to the universe
Always showing our best side.
Sculpted backdrops, but no teardrops;
Paused family gatherings –
Artificial moments
Instantly posted,
A perfect photo for eternity,
Evidence of a life well lived.
Yet…
Stepping back into the darkness of our solitude,
Behind the closed doors,
We see the better,
Prettier,
More loving.
And we stash the smartphone in a pocket
As a silent teardrop falls.
Written in response to The Daily Post’s prompt: Artificial
This really resonated with me. It’s so true.
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Self marketing is a sign of our times. I have to say I do it, too. Thanks for commenting.
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Lovely poem.
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Thank you.
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A real delight to read
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Thanks. 🙂
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all those friends and still so sad and lonely
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Artificial friends, I guess. Thanks for reading and commenting.
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Some excellent writing and sadly so often true. Thank you.
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Thank you.
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