Pixels, faith, dust
Beaches I will never swim,
blue and bright;
Mock me with your gourmet food
under the moonlight.
You thrust a quiet knife in
with each sunset post;
As I eat my thinning stew
with old dry toast.
Share if you must
Shared with dVerse Quadrille #240 – trip. I didn’t use the word ‘trip’ in this, but ‘sunset’ could be easily replaced with ‘trip’s’. I prefer it this way, though. This poem is a reference to complaints about people posting their holiday photos online without regard for how that might affect others. I personally don’t know how I feel about this either way but that could be because I have been in a position to be able to experience beautiful beaches and gourmet food.
Today’s Daily Stoic poem:
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