Childhood

Poetry

The gang’s intimacy
Shouting on ears
Running around barefoot
Bad things we see
Tangible playmates
Physical activities
These things I miss
Instead of technologies

That was so long ago
But I would give up
All my gadgets
For a day
Of solid happiness

This is in response to the Daily Post’s writing prompt Going Obsolete.

Indirect

Poetry

To sigh after a long story,
or to gasp when you hear something silly;
Two of the wonders you can’t do
if online chat is what you’re into.

Looking at the person in the eye
is a cute act you can’t deny,
But that would lose its magic
even with Skype as your sidekick.

How about his expressions, real time?
And to hold her hands as a pastime?
Things that are stripped away from us;
That’s what online communication does.

Not to mention the words genuine and sincere.
Now, it will be hard to know if something’s real.

This is in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt It’s a Text, Text, Text, Text World.