Tuesday, 19 May 2020

Tempest-Tossed?

Our minds play tricks when we're alone
Undisturbed by telephone
All links undone, we feel bereft:
Only coping with ourselves is left...

«That's easy», I can hear you say
«Now I can suit myself today!»
Agreed, but when the weeks drag on
Total freedom can seem wan.

Eternal verities arise ...
We all need people – sans surprise
And no amount of social chat
via Smart phone, changes that.

Eye contact via a screen means less
A lack of hugs - cause for distress
Greeting neighbours in a mask
Seems an unrewarding task.

Cash doesn't cut it – never will
Shopping sprees have lost their thrill
Why join huge crowds at football game
Or gala concert? It's a strain ...

Shakespeare's Tempest got it right
A sea-change is due, hold tight!
With shuffled pack, we cut the deck
Which cards are Trumps? We don't know – yet ...

(c) Poet in the woods 2020

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