This isn’t my world
The world that I know
All dressed up (sort of)
And no place to go
I sit before a screen
Instead of a class
No face-to-face contact
Except through glass
This isn’t my world
The world that I know
All dressed up (sort of)
And no place to go
Tins and dried pasta
Are now my cuisine
Or I use different ingredients
Than the recipe magazine
This isn’t my world
The world that I know
All dressed up (sort of)
And no place to go
Padre
Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge – “My world”
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I am trying to imagine what it will be like when we get our freedom back…
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I think it’s not anyone’s world… except maybe that of a dystopia writer. And yet it is real.
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You make a good point.
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I really enjoyed this poem, particularly the refrain.
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I retired from teaching six years ago, but am still an examiner and moderator, and I can’t begin to imagine how teachers and pupils must be feeling, not knowing when schools will open again or what the future holds.I smiled at ‘All dressed up (sort of) / And no place to go’ – the repetition works well. I wear pyjama bottoms and a sweater and sit at my computer until lunchtime and we’re not the only ones!
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Not Nostrodamus nor Casey nor Billy Graham could have seen this whole planet shut down, and yet here we are wrestling with a blood thirsty invisible behemoth and wondering, if we survive, what will the New World look like; indeed.
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I spend a lot of my day in front of the computer too, it kind of links me to the outside world who are probably sitting in front of a computer too.
And dressed I am (most days) in my pyjamas as I have nowhere to go.
One day I will venture out again…
Anna :o]
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Nice description of being dressed up with nowhere to go.
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EXACTLY!! We all feel all dressed up (or, in most cases, dressed down) and no place to go! I loved your poem!
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