D-E-S-I-R-E
Putting off the pleasure.
I soon will see my treasure,
Delaying gratification.
I’m still good company.
I swear, I’m not obsessed.
Not crazy or depressed.
But, like a twitch, an urge, an itch,
I feel myself bewitched,
and craving contact once again.
How long can this go on?
The dinner lasts forever,
Though the conversation’s clever.
Yet still beneath the surface
I am longing for
my phone.
I need to see some updates
on Facebook; twitter dictates
that I fiddle with it,
scrolling, trolling Instagram again.
I don’t know how to stand it,
but my family demands it
so my phone remains unpowered,
like a broken modern toy.
Soon this will be ended,
I’ll be glad that I attended, but
with my phone apprehended
time feels strangely extended,
and though quite unintended,
I don’t miss my phone at all.
(hahaha – of course I do. Now give it to me!)
LOL. Heads bowed to look at their phones. That is funny and unfortunately too true! I enjoy the rhythm and almost like more than one “voice” speaking. Thank you!
Love it – there are so many times I want to put the phone away so that I am not tempted to fall into that abyss. You state so well here.
This made me laugh! You’d think it was of a person then halfway through–PLOT TWIST! I very much enjoyed this! Well written & good read!
Haha very clever. I like what you did with this. 😉
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Gorgeous and very clever! I love your take on today’s prompt. Nice job!
Very creative, Diana. It would quite a different dinner party today.