There is such humor and pathos readily available, without the added responsibility of actually having to speak to another human being - in person. The irony of Facebook. Contact without connection. When I was assigned to write a poem about pop culture I had trouble choosing between Lady Gaga (who I also love!) and Facebook. Facebook was just...more in my face. :)
I Won’t Call Her Because I Know She’s Planting Foxgloves
What a wonderful world.
Katie and John smile from a wave runner in the sparkling sun-lit blue water of Cabo.
Lindsey and Bruce wave from the deck of a Princess cruise ship sailing toward the sunset.
Madison made two varsity sports her freshman year.
It’s Suicide Awareness Day
and never too late,
or too early,
to be whoever you want to be.
Denise is planting foxgloves with little to no hope of ever seeing their bells blow in the wind.
Kerby likes Amazon.com
Laurie is afraid of the dark.
The towers that “we will never forget”
Of faces that were lost this day, 11 years ago in September
Sharing the smoky images might keep this horror from ever happening again.
The faces in Facebook
knowing everything about a distant face with no time spent face to face.
And my life makes less sense with every highlight reel I sit in the dark to watch,
Feeling less like a star and more like a burnt-out light.
But, my status looks good, so maybe I live in a wonderful world. Too.